She
a pale face configured beauty,
supine she lay
(soon to arise)
from a queen size mattress
frizzy sable hair
atop her aching skull
while
outside a conduit development
neighborhood terriers
yapped in disbelief
"those terrible dimwit dogs must be
leased to elderly children"
she said,
her migraine
channeled neonatal
traces of light
throughout transient
residential windows
microwave instant coffee
dissembled embryonic
reflections of
her youth
when
kaleidoscopic rays
echoed
daytime truths throughout
transient
residential
windows
of her mother's youth
She
dug bedtime grains
from menopausal retinas
once,
long ago
blanched grains of sand
dispersed along deserted beaches
a suggestion for you "the reader,
teacher and helper shall retain:
"her mother killed two
knitting solemnly each
single twain of hope
shed celestial light
where she stood
as a pedagogic dinosaur
forever before the catholic church
terrestrial breasts heaving
above
ecclesiastical staircases
inevitably ascending heavenward
below february skylines
a brilliant two-sided
motherly conflagration
procured a paragraph
of eternal scripture"
'twas a season
her dulled wrists
bleeding
drawn apart
to sullen evening,
"I've seen families
torn apart"
her last breath sneered
resounding throughout chapel vestibules
a second adolescent visage
swaddled the back of her skull
one terminal voice
she couldn't separate herself
from
was the one of a child
a devil
plastered to the back of her skull
I do not believe she'll hear my story
the child's last dribble without
any remorse
my filth
she understood
all sin
she understands
we all die of suffocation
below sallow windswept
paintings
of dead families
