Generation plastic pearl
I kicked over a hedgehog
bringing you lamb, gardenias, pears.
You wiped up my tears with kitchen cloth
and sat me down on the stairs.
My milk bottle legs stuck out from under my skirt
you said some things but I only remember ‘it could have been worse’,
we flicked through wildlife magazines
found some pictures of a frog
which looked like you.
All that silent grooming you did over my ears
did the same good as the years I spent with my sisters,
and I knew that the next time I looked in the mirror
my eyes might not make like piss-holes in snow.
Comments
markbrown | January 8, 2008 - 00:28
I like this one a lot.
It's a good story, like the ghost of an event or a shadow of something.
I like tenderness between people.
Mark