A Love Letter to Little Lulu
Just so you know, Little Lulu wears red pajamas
with feet, and she can climb out of the crib by herself.
She walks around the house late at night
wandering and touching everything.
Even when she makes a big noise
no one wakes up.
Once she found some markers that
smelled like they belonged to a princess.
She drew a beautiful picture on the wooden door.
The family behind the door had no idea.
When she called them to see
the picture, the Dad screamed “F____K!”
and threw the markers into the fire.
Then they smelled like they belonged to the devil.
The picture stayed on the door forever.
to remind her of how bad she was.
Sometimes she would forget and sing out loud
In the bathtub, “ I could have danced all night.”
Her dad would pound the door until there was no door
to make her shut up.
The mother in this story has a vodka voice
serrated like a knife without the right thing to cut.
Once the mother wrote a poem
about her body in the honeysuckle moonlight.
But she had been forced to hide the poem and
out it up for adoption.
Little Lulu didn’t have the details, but
She knew early in her bones
That pictures meant she would go to hell,
That singing was a dangerous profession and
That a poem would never be as good as vodka.
From The Glass Train Poems by Annie Fahy Amherst Writers and Artists Press, ©2017