Red cedar A-frame house
Sharp edges evident
from the inside
Souza's hair just
reaches her father's waist
My, how she's grown
An apron, stilettos, a strand of pearls
Seasoned ground beef
burns unnoticed
A whiskey sour nursed
above speared celery stalks
and the apron's knot
Second story spigot
Souza uncurls
in a tepid bath
Father's boots mount
the spiraling staircase
Hand-railings quake
Father cocks his head
inside the arching doorframe
Souza cries, widens her legs
Point-filed nails finger
pearls and collapse a stainless
steel lid onto the crockpot
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3 comments:
Really beautiful, very brave.
P.S. I'm proud of you. I know you're venturing rough terrain. You'll make it. Keep up therapy; focus on your health, your son, leaves changing colors on the trees; keep writing. XXOO
So painful, but rendered in a devastating beauty, Yahnilei. Each stanza is reminiscent of haiku to me. I see building layers of hidden images growing clearer in the shadows of the scant visible.
Wow.
Craig
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