Saturday, April 05, 2008

Olives, Cash Flow Projections and Me
coffee cup sidled newly by, orange pen
the pharmalady gave me when I went
in for Nystatin for my son who is scratchin
like his life maybe depended on it.  
I put my arms around him and tell the itch
you can go now, he won't worry anymore,
be gone itch.  But itchin just be itchin
for a while longer, until we file our gander
under the goosedown, until we flower 
under the bride grown, until we hunger
beneath that black doom.  Bridegroom.

1 comment:

DABFOTO said...

you are so very wonderful- i love your words