this midnight, while
arranging each one's
magazines and
bank statements, and
post cards scraps of papers,
i was reminded of my mother, who
would say of this or that flat thing,
it's probably in a pile somewhere.
words that never struck me as
anything but archaelogical:
precise, with the insight of
an entire geologic column.
god, herself, i must have thought.
No comments:
Post a Comment