Monday, November 15, 2010


Mother rearranges
the furniture between
fainting spells. She's
feeling sacred again,

so not even Wanda
can tell her anything.
Her heart's a room
whose lights

blink on and off.
She wanders
the halls in a gown
of bliss, tracing

the flight of a bird with
a finger that wants to know.

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