Drip Down

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After writing and illustrating her first bestseller in second grade, “The Lovely Unicorn,” C. Streetlights took twenty years to decide if she wanted to continue writing. In the time known as growing up she became a teacher, a wife, and mother. Retired from teaching, C. Streetlights now lives with her family in the mountains along with their dog that eats Kleenex. Her new memoir, Tea,and Madness is now available.


Come closer and remember
the time
(in bizarre supplication)
kneeled naked in the shower.
Water steaming
around me loudly
Water rushing
down my back quietly.

No tears left to solemnize
unorthodox prayer.
dripped in
stolen alms

Hot water soaked
my soul
weighing me down
prayed I would drown
instead of drip away slowly.
The filth of his words oiled my skin,
All my No
slipped down the drain
All his Shut Up clung to me.

My eyes in my hands
my spirit left in a wall
where it has slept
ever since the water finally ran cold.

View the prelude to this poem,  “The Trespasser”  as well as a peek into C.Streetlight’s creative mind, on how a poem comes alive.


C. Streetlights

As a child, C. Streetlights listened to birds pecking at her rooftop, but instead of fearing them, was convinced they would set her free and she’d someday see the stars. Southern California sunshine never gave C. Streetlights the blonde hair or blue eyes she needed to fit in with her high school’s beach girls, her inability to smell like teen spirit kept her from the grunge movement, and she wasn’t peppy enough to cheer. She ebbed and flowed with the tide, not a misfit but not exactly fitting in, either. Streetlights grew up, as people do, earned a few degrees and became a teacher. She spent her days discussing topics like essay writing, Romeo and Juliet, the difference between a paragraph and a sentence, and for God’s sake, please stop eating the glue sticks. She has met many fools, but admires Don Quixote most because he taught her that it didn’t matter that the dragon turned out to be a windmill. What mattered was that he chose to fight the dragon in the first place. Streetlights now lives in the mountains with a husband, two miracle children, and a dog who eats Kleenex. She retired from teaching so she can raise her children to pick up their underwear from the bathroom floor, to write, and to slay windmills and dragons. She is happy to report that she can finally see the stars.

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