I submitted this for Comp. Now I will submit it to yall. Look at that, I just realized I started it during a Write Club prompt.
Bridal Portrait
Gloved hands mar,
peel the pearled
bodice, not knowing
the hook & eye trick
of it - how pins stitch
the excess, mannequin
in a wedding dress,
its blue flesh sheen.
Make my daughter
an insensitive thing,
bark blushed to pretty
slip-pink & indifferent.
Give her the neglected
lilt of newswomen,
parade float carnations
left out in the rain,
I am only here
because I don't know
how to leave,
the plastic coverings
in the dry cleaner's,
pulsing prideful ghosts,
careening headstrong
around the same theme:
to watch a girl stare
indefinitely at a fixed point
until it haunts me, until
she traces a word on her thigh
like flood lines on aluminum
siding in Sea Bright, or any
fading laceration. She ran
into a spigot off the fire
hydrant and never found
her way home. Alone, wading
knee-deep in rain water. A man
kayaks in front of the 7-11,
a man makes it onto the news.
November 3, 2009
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i like this.
ReplyDeleteI like you. what. I'm bored.
ReplyDeleteI like the shortness of the lines, the way they mix in the kind of declarations with the stream of images. Lst few lines are blog-worthy.
ReplyDeleteSad Moms will be the name of our all-girl indie band.