Hidden Legacy Poetry


New Poem “52 Stitches”

52 Stitches

When I say Push
You say breathe

Push, Breathe
Push, Breathe
Push, Breathe

Now Breathe, Breathe
17 years old
Doctors implementing their
Rigorous training as they coax
You with promises that this
Will be not be a burden
Your teenage structure
Reaching a maturated state
To create generations
You are still a sculpture
Clay smothered over palm lines
Laugh lines have not loved a wrinkle
You have yet to kiss your smile
Develop the proportionate ratio
Of cheek to teeth

Knee caps
Soft like morning avena
Who knew that
HARD hitchhikers
Could leave you with permanent
White coats chanting
Stadium noise in your head

How many princesses equate
Giving head as audition for bed
Believing Oscar worthy performances
Will qualify them for unconditional love
as if it wasn’t a requirement
when your name was exchanged
You don’t shake for dollars
You dance in the rain
With red umbrellas

Fingers offered as currency
Of affection
If you can’t hold hands
You can’t carry hearts
Which means you don’t get
To access parts for stimulant
Departing like an ambulance
If commitment isn’t an emergency
then your character is a crash dummy
with defected seat belts

I call mother, my SUN
She calls me her son
Time is a cloud in a child’s drawing
Where there is a ground in the white fluff
You SUN close enough to bounce to
Me son proud enough
To acknowledge you didn’t
Have enough messy drawings
On refrigerators
Not enough kisses on the nose
As you were hoisted in the air
Hugs while carried on shoulders
No hallucinations
Cactuses turning into PADRE
Where your fondest memories
Seem to always include
Belts, and discipline
Bloody bathtubs
Where rubber ducks never swam

You are not a rubber band
52 stitches inching closer
This stretching like Michael Myers
Reappearing after he just died
Screeching at the movement
They tell you it’s a contraction
Though you know it’s not that simple
There is an abduction in your organs
a girl interrupted
Clinging by the inches of fingernails
before she knew appointments
for manicures
ever twirled in a prom dress
in front of the mirror
with a shy admirer
following your smile
like a K-9 tracking a scent

It may be a scene that trends
As cheesy or cliche
More suitable for a 3 star romance on Netflix
Inviting the advances of men
Who are experts at flattering chicks
Gourmet meals consist
Of running eggs to be dipped
Headless horsemen when it comes
To valuing woman
Who no longer believe the ride
Is worth the admission

Father is like overalls
Or striped sequence shirts
I no longer fit
When I kneel I feel closer
To serpents so I talk to God
In a ballerina tippy toe stance
So thunder would be intimidated
My mother who art in heaven
My mother who I heart
Stutter like I was caught
At midnight in cookie jar
My apologies
I wasn’t reaching for junk food
I was trying to dispose this junk
Its been mounting
A paper overload on a secretaries desk
These confessions like the braces
We weren’t equipped to add to budgets

You could tie pampers with teeth
One hand press microwave to heat bottles
Other hand like Jordan buzzer beating diapers into trash
While foot stirs rice & beans
All while forcing my screams to be absent
Blowing bubbles on my stomach to keep me laughing

Mother I call you SUN
Mother you can me SON
Mother I may not know
The secrets you leave on the moons crevice
But I know when you rise
I bloom

When I say Push
You say Breathe

Push/ Breathe

Now breathe, breathe
and thank you

Frankie A. Soto

Thank you Keene State University

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New Poem “Pink Pajamas”

broken doll



Pink Pajamas

There were nights our kisses
Left my stomach
like a slug in salt
Pensive but delayed
Like the final seconds
Of a first date
Doorstep decisions
syncing arms around back
so definitively her past
would disappear in a flash
this hug would be
the Neuralyzer in MEN IN BLACK
Stare, Click, Erase
You are now….safe

If only touch wasn’t a threat
A code red
If goosebumps weren’t virgins
To positive sensory reflex
skin rejects all visitors
I asked if you ever felt butterflies
You told me only caterpillars
Live here
And fear….but you never confirmed it
To brave to own it
I rebuked it while you slept
watched you twitched like death chairs
turning on the electric switch
Your heart was dug into a ditch
All I wanted to do was shovel
there are places no amount
of muscle can penetrate

Spreading your bangs
Like curtains to a face
More comfortable in dimmer setting
There is a sob in your hips
When you dive into water
Even when you swam
I knew parts of you had already sunk

I never asked why you wore boxers
Tank tops over your bras
Went into drawers to grab socks
For bed
Feet dangling off the mattress
Why you preferred to sleep on top
of sheets ,not vice versa
Never knew women to have phobias
Of lips below the waist
Selfish reflections
Questions surface if efforts
Were wasted

I prayed in shower stalls
Tempting my inner claustrophobic
As practice that faith will
Calm the shake,
you pretend are chills
when lips embrace
I know I’m not that good of
a kisser

There was an invisible barrier
That hovered over belly button
A Benjamin button of passage
The more insistence in offering comfort
The more resistance I confronted
I never knew
If you were more afraid of spiders
Or fingers crawling
Watching movies
With volumes blasting
Like fire truck sirens
Safe in chaotic noise
Secure in tight proximity
So much that ribcages
Were splintered into skin
Sins you carried not of you own
Barricading itself
Calling you home

Pace would quicken
If i mistakenly referred
To you and princess
Thrones could make you vomit
Disney was not permitted
If you were a government facility
I would be most trusted employee
Still only granted minimal accessibility

There was a fragility in hugs
Noticeably awkward
So on the fly i would devise
Complex handshakes
For days when the sky matched
Your mood
Its frightening to love so hard
With someone so brittle
That the range of a whistle
Could lead to collapse

I wanted to rescue you
Build you up
Back to the girl in pink pajamas
Who thought dolls weren’t demons
Slay them like I was Buffy
Constantine ,Van Helsing
Or any movie badass
That destroyed evil

Soon I had to breathe
My diaphragm was in danger
Oxygen as scarce
As I love you said
not scared
without a itchy throat
a cough
or choke
Repair not ready
can’t fix someone
with tools they only hold

©Frankie A. Soto
All Rights Reserved

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