Poem Prompt: You Can’t Take It With You, But You Can: “Grandma’s Plagiarized Walt Whitman Copy”

Grandma’s Plagiarized Walt Whitman Copy

I’m going to smuggle through the border

tucked in my bra strap

where I used to hide cellphones and candy

When the night guards are otherwise engaged

and Gabriel’s out for the count

I’ll tiptoe to the throne, even though

we’ll both hear the trumpeting echoes of glass and gold

and God will turn, for modesty

while I cough up the yellow slip, smooth it

on His Lordship’s coffee table

and we’ll ache like children

at the womanly curves of her pen

and we’ll smile like idiots

and He’ll read for me in his whiskey voice:

O Captain! my Captain!

our fearful trip is done,

The ship has weather’d every rack,

The prize we sought is won.

By Ella

I am an undergraduate junior studying creative writing. I am interested in short fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction and professional writing.

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