Sep 13, 2008

Some Woman

I saw a woman with huge feet--
not elongated. They were like
soaked toilet paper rolls
expanding through her sandals.
She was raspy-throated singing
a praise song in tongues. Her
jacket was compressing drug-
sweat, her body rocking back
and forth presumably to stay
awake. Her breath was likely
hot through her remaining

Her hair whisked out of a knit
cap in balanced proportions
through no effort of hers. Her
knuckles were cracked and
bloody as though she dragged
them alongthe sidewalk at her
sides. She stopped singing and
looked straight up before spitting
on herself; she could have been
my mother. Her lithe frame was
imaginable despite its covering

1 comment:

G said...


That's what's good.