Bone Song
the lady has vermilion bougainvillea in one hand jacaranda hangs from her mouth. she balances a
white rocker on gray boards. a tisket a tasket a green and yellow basket i sent a letter to my son and on the way he lost it . . . under her cool skin the feet dipped in formaldehyde to prevent sweating a
river runs. days we know this: watch the fits of scrubbing pots the bathtub scoured to the pipe how she places sweet soap and tri-folded towels in rows . . . brittle bones crumble until she lets go and begins to sing and learn the names of things: Lilies of the Nile tall plumes sway in the salt wind. |