Today’s new word:
kayfabe n. 1. (in professional wrestling) the fact or convention of presenting staged performances as genuine or authentic.
Write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it. Alternatively, what would it mean to you to give away or destroy a significant object?
Take the phrase “The Art of (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “The Art of Writing,” “The Art of Painting,” “The Art of Showing Up to Parties Fashionably Late,” and/or “The Art of Being Awesome.”
The Art of Kayfabe
Gray metal folded and forgotten in the closet
scuffed, dented, not quite trustworthy, not quite stable
Kayfabe your faces with humility,
patriotism, determination and love
Pulled out for card night and large family gatherings
a last resort when every other option is used
For you, the fans, it’s reciprocal see?
Of course, those baby-faced heroes love you.
Not spine supportive, uncushioned
uncomfortable, the back hitting blades
Kayfabe the heels with narcissism, egomania
rage, sadism and bitterness
Quickly re-folded and wall-leaned because
one would rather stand
They don’t love you.
It’s good for you to boo.
But tonight, a glorious tool, a gimmick
tonight, the star of the show
Kayfabe a romance
some boobs in his corner
On the edge of the ring made of shiny barbed wire
surrounding some things that will soon be on fire
Will they? Won’t they? She looks
mad. Did he cheat?
Unleashed in a way
that was not intended
With her sister? Her mom?
Is it true love forever?
With the same passion as helping
you reach forbidden cookies
Will she fight her sister and her mom?
A victim vs. cheaters tag team?
And acting as stage to your paper dolls
and holding your paint can, or muddy boots, or filthy cat, but mostly
those extra unseated guests
But not tonight
There won’t be a butt in this seat tonight
Today’s poetry book for inspiration is Taking the Arrow Out of the Heart by Alice Walker