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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4072 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Reciting Death Cass The bars are tight against my windowpane. I知 watching pebbles fall in afternoon parade. I am old, pleats are ripped across my breast. I知 filling coffee cans for humidity, flicking ashes into old newspapers, rambling through seed catalogs, I cannot read. Would you pack them for me? The popcorn burned the bottom of the pan and Dad痴 old chimney ruined clothes I壇 hung again, Tomatoes swelled and died upon the vine. I知 waiting here without my cane, reciting rosary beads. Come see me and we値l dine elegantly one last time. Take my bundles, folds and take the peach wood quilt. Leave the knife in my apple, for I will be dancing where the fog steams off the moon, reciting death. My fingers are jagged and numb; would you cut my toenails if I beg and comb my hair? We値l say a prayer. The door will be unlocked~ but hurry for I am leaving, leaving. |
