Monday, March 27, 2006

Divorce

All night we both slept lightly in our nest
of comforters. The carpet shag our mattress;
soft polyester blend, soft fibrous filling,
Wrapped in our cocoons, we found it thrilling
to camp at our mom’s new house—that changed garage.
Kerosene heater at our feet; the courage
that turned the lowest flame into the dawn…
If David wasn’t fishing, we were gone:
to stores or malls or movies, or all three!
And mom would say she loved us equally
even as I’d sit and watch her sew.
How lovely time was, kind to pass so slow:
it took all evening, often, to believe her;
It took all weekend to let go, to leave her.

1 Comments:

Blogger mehmet said...

my new favorite.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006 11:02:00 AM  

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