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Month: November, 2012

VIEW FROM THE TOMATO-COLOURED COUCH 7:10pm

“I’m going into Barrington with Tyler”

“What for?”

“To watch The Fireworks at The Tree Lighting

— look what I’m wearing –“

“Let Me get My Glasses”

“My Burberry Scarf — don’t I look cute?

I look like a rich girlfriend

Who gets lots of nice

   things”

THE HAWK KITCHEN 4:15pm

I feel a momentary gladness

with a song I like on the radio

as I look out My Sliding Kitchen Doors

to The Full Clouds

illuminated by The Sun

in an opposite part of The Sky

GRASP

The West Desk Window 9:45am

I am experiencing Separation Anxiety

from The Selling

of My Mother’s Island House

She’s possessed for 50 Years —

in the cloak of The Shower

I cling all the harder

to The Little Man

while My Doctor/Husband

prescribes Ativan

STAR

The West Desk Window 8:45am

I have put My Daughter’s Name

above Her

on the wall @ The Head of Her Bed

The Name is Mine

in photographs of My Rooftop Painting

within Her Reach

THE WEST DESK WINDOW 4:55pm

We Don’t Need A Bed

Our Bodies Will Be Our Bed

We Don’t Need Our Bodies

Our Mind Minds

Will Slay Us

THE SALVATION ARMY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:15pm

Last Night I packed up

the back of My Ford Escape

with cartons of dishes from The Shakespeare House

unopened

Eliza’s portable crib & baby blankets

from 18 years ago

My Grandmother’s Singer Sewing Machine

from 50 years ago

2 very good twin mattress pads

from when My Children visited Me —

Their Floral Comforters went yesterday too

along with My Fantasy Bed Set

composed of A Christmas Quilt

& Bright Red Sheets —

They went to My Kind-hearted

Social Worker Friend

Who told me She found A Little Man

made out of aluminium foil

somewhere within the folds

REFLECTION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:10pm

What does The Image of A Man

signify?

wealth, status

— how much He loves Me —

when He kisses Me in His Office

is He really My Husband

or is He That Dressed VIP

I so desired We wrecked

2 marriages?

ELIZA’S ROOM 4:15pm

Oh Luminous Cloud —

am I the only One Who sees You?

I watched Your Golden Aura fade

& then The Moon peeked out

from underneath

Your Grey Companions

THE CRYING DREAM

The Hawk Kitchen 5:20am

I just woke from a crystal dream

of watching an elderly Bride

through a car window —

Hunter was with Me in the car —

The Bride was sitting, waiting

in a white wool knitted cap

there was a sign next to Her:

“Wedding Today”

She had smudged fuchsia lipstick

& and black hair beneath Her cap

but She was OLD

Her elderly Groom came to Her Right Side

holding a Single Black Rose

with a little brown bird ornament

which He offered to pin on His Bride

She hesitated but was glad to receive It

I watched & I cried

I cried

& cried

FROM THE TOMATO-COLOURED COUCH 6:48pm

The Death of My Mother was the most forceful

Event of My Life

I believe I have recovered

& will not write many more

Dead Mother Poems.

I am planning My New Floor Covering instead

My Husband is up from His Nap

& We’re eating stuffed chicken