Imagine Alabama
Eli Wallis
September 2nd, 2025
imagine alabama
a rectangle if you will
not really some sort of growth
at its bottom left (my rights!)
southshore reaching for broken
shrimpboats sleeping under
the gulf of mexico two
tiny legs far too tiny
for such a shaped body sort
of rectangular rhomboid
rhomboidian rhomboidesque
perhaps a bit too forward
no centre of gravity
to be found in the comfort
of a storm by the ports for
the ports on the balls of poor
feet aching knotted cords washed
up after math morning shores
imagine a la bamba
played by four hands some small school
dim gymnasium full of
coughs rustles jimmies karens
banners honouring gators
who swam in these long waters
before mexico had gulfs
before alabama was
an aberrant rhomboidish
littlelegs long LONG before
four hands imagined dancing
on the beach before the storm
small man boy really only
seventeen mexican man
born in los angeles sings
a song his mother sung to
small dim school gymnasiums
when he was just a twinkle
of notes so soft on the keys
joyful plinkplonk ringing out
in the upper classes of
a dim school gymnasium
piano somewhere outside
montgomery aldergrove
home of the gators or else
some dusty church bible belt
basement or hall dim besides
pianos have no notion
of christs or peters small white
and blacks keys under smaller
hands imagining dancing
gators not square some sorta
rectangular rhomboidic
shapes who've never been to church
except to play la bamba
for hands so far from the gulf
Eli Wallis (b. 1995) is a poet from Kamloops.
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