Poetry by Mikala Mikrut, Copyright 2019
Sense of Place
Las Vegas is my home,
I feel it when I roam.
It must be the drama in the air,
I swear it follows me everywhere.
Seeing that billboard of a provocative lady,
Every day since I was a baby.
Every birthday mom made me ice skate,
An activity of which I still very much hate.
Mom drank fruit water every day,
But complained of the seeds in her way.
For her birthday, I found the solution,
A bottle of glass to also reduce pollution.
She looked at me with disgust, husband laughing,
And said, “no. this can’t be happening.”
“I know you didn’t just get me a fucking bottle,”
Eleven year old me broke down, lost grip of the throttle.
Met the man I thought I’d marry,
Now I’m pretty sure he’s gay, actually very.
My second boyfriend lasted 5 days,
I didn’t like waking from his bed in a haze.
Watching that man get hit by a car,
His body flew so far.
Being forced out of my mother’s twice,
Yeah, that didn’t feel very nice.
My dad dealt weed,
And now the same men in prison are waiting to be freed.
When I visited home from college and thought I had a place to stay,
I discovered my room had been given away.
To a child, not of love, not of blood,
But a mere “friend” from a different neighborhood.
I lost my friend Ben, put a gun to his head,
Oh the things I would have told him had I known he’d be dead.
Then there was the time I got drunk with uncle Doug,
He tripped as he walked over the rug.
To get to me where I was laying,
I could see in his eyes,
He wasn’t playing.
Lucky me, I got away,
Little did I know, my sister in the next room had to pray.
That’s not the worst of it, though,
I swear my life is a dramatic Tv show.
Step sister, Ava, removed from my life,
So much uncertainty, how couldn’t it cause strife?
But, oh, my poor sweet mom,
Who had a perfect life until my bomb.
Her angel of a husband “seduced” by 12 year old me,
She hinted to kill myself so she could be free.
“I want to go home” she would say with a tear,
“Death is no longer something I fear.”
She claimed the best excuse would be if I was gone,
Making herself sound like some twisted her heroine.
All of these things happened in one town,
And yet I can’t think of a single reason to frown.
Why be sad about any of these things?
When I can be excited for what the future brings.
Editor’s Note: Photographs Courtesy Mikrut family archives. Copyright 2019
About The Author: Mikala Mikrut is a sophomore enrolled at Southern Utah University. To access additional articles by Mikala Mikrut, click here: http://tonywardstudio.com/blog/mikala-mikrut-the-best-way-to-speak-to-a-monster-is-from-a-distance/