a few words for her
Edie almost always makes the same mistakes.
She strikes twice in the same place-
she measures with a warped scale-
she narrows her eyes to make things look smaller and then is …
surprised to find them gone.
Edie nearly cries but not yet-
When she flushes bile and bone-
When she casts the first stone-
When the table’s smeared spotless and wet.
Edie sheds milk and brittle lashes she-
doesnt mind the wet eyes
Doesnt care doesnt cry
she bends it backwards and makes it smooth.
I know how to take the blame-
when it’s been painted with sweat stained veneer-
the calloused fingernails clear
Deficiencies of the mind.
Because gentle words ring and die
The bullet proof iris - the dark toasted rye
Never wide enough the first bite-
The starving stretch of patient night.
Will you taste it or will you fear it?
Said the body to the spirit.