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Buddy Wakefield
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Guitar Repair Woman
My mother told me：
'If you ever become a rock star
do not smash the guitar.
There are too many poor kids out there who have nothin' and they see that shit
when all they wanna do is play that thing Boy
you better let'm play'
Okay, if she ever starts in one of these
lectures your best bet is to pull up a chair, chief, 'cause Momma don't deal in the abridged version.
She worries about me so much some days
it feels like I'm watching windshield wipers
on high speed during a light sprinkle
and I gotta tell'er, 'Ma, yer makin' me nervous.'
She was born to be laid back, y'all, I swear,
but some of us were brought up in households
where Care Free is a stick of gum,
and the only option for getting out
is to walk faster.
The woman can run
in high heels
backwards
while bursting my bubble,
double checking my homework,
bursting my bubbles, rolling enough coins
to make sure that I have lunch money,
and preparing for a meeting at school
on her only day off
so she can tell Miss Goss the music teacher,
'If you ever touch my boy again, big lady,
I'll bounce a hammer off yer skull.'
I remember her doing these things swiftly
and with a smile in her discounted thrift store business suits off layaway.
She wore them bright and distinguished
enough to cover up the 30 years of highway scars truckin' through her spine.
Some accidents you don't need to see, rubbernecker.
Keep movin'
'cause she made it.
She's alive
and she's famous.
We can stretch Van Gogh paintings
from Kilgore, TX to Binghampton, NY
and you still won't find the brilliant brush
strokes
it takes to be a single mother
sacrificing the best part of her dreams
to raise a baby boy who – on most days –
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she probably wants to strangle.
We disagree – a lot.
For instance, she still thinks it's okay
to carry a conversation
full throttle
at 7 a.m.
whereas I think…
Oh, wait, I'm sorry…
I don't think at seven in the morning.
But we both agree that
Love
makes no mistakes.
So at night time,
when she's winding down
and I'm still writing books about
how to get comfortable in this skin she gave me,
I see rock stars on stages
smashing guitars.
It's when I wanna find'm a comfortable
chair
get'm a snack,
and introduce them to Daylight:
This is my mother,
Tresa B. Olsen.
Runner of the tight shift.
Taker of the temperature.
Leaver of the light on.
Lover of the underdog.
Mover of the mountain.
Winner of the good life.
Keeper of the
hope
chest.
Guitar
Repair
Woman.
And I am her son,
Buddy Wakefield.
I play a tricked-out electric pen,
thanks to the makers of music and metaphor,
but I do my best to keep the words in check,
and I use padded microphone
so I don't hurt you,
because sometimes I smash things,
and I don't ever wanna let'er down.
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