I am writing joyous odes to life this pre election week as an anti anxiety election remedy. You are welcome to join me. I believe that focusing on the positive helps us manifest more of the same positivity and then some. Here is a new poem.
At the party, circa 1972 by Holly Ramos (2016)
Daddy, the way your creased bell bottomed slacks stick off your leg at an angle when you sit looks like an animal's beak. I can see your brown leather ankle boot and your black sock rise above it. If you sit low enough, like on the steps of the sunk-in living, or on a footrest or the floor, I can even see you thin shin and its Puerto Rican brown skin.