nose to nose
It freaks me out royally.
I would have these vivid dreams of an old woman with no mouth pulling me out of my bed.
The dreams were so real and terrifying that I was afraid to go to sleep.
nose to nose
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a way was made
as if by hand,
and sucked into life
eagerly knitting itself onto
a wise man
built a white
Rene ~ 2013
on a hill,
in the rain
Ninian read his bible
licking his finger
as he turned each page
being a resourceful human,
decided that the best way of exorcising
the demons of her past lovers
was to describe them using three adjectives
Using her calligraphy set,
a graduation gift from her uncle Ted,
She carefully wrote out each word
on a vellum note card
and tied them up
with a navy blue grosgrain ribbon
She poured herself
a glass of sweet tea
grabbed a box of tools
from under the kitchen sink
and set out into the evening shade of her backyard.
She slid her sandals on her feet
as she scuffed along
letting the screen door slam behind her
Macy, the neighbor’s beagle,
commenced to yapping
as soon as the screen door had fired its warning shot
and continued to keep up the racket
as Emeline strode across the yard.
she said under her breath
She had every right to yap, Emeline thought,
if something rightly disturbed her.
That is why she did not scold her directly.
Emeline knelt down in the grass
and dug into her toolbox.
She pulled out a pair of scissors
and cut the ribbon on the stack of cards.
She scooped up a handful of tacks and
started sticking each despicable adjective
onto the fence that faced her kitchen window.
She laughed as she stuck up the word
it kept falling down
When all was organized,
with the fence looking like the most fucked up
version of the Wheel of Fortune that you
could ever imagine, it started to drizzle.
Emeline retired to her kitchen and enjoyed,
all by her lonesome, a glass of port.
And it was good
“Y’all can just hang out there in the rain all night!”
She cackled, leering at the shameful jumble of words
“But come tomorrow?
I’ma start throwing knives.”
Rene ~ 2013
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she, the practical godmother
but rather frugality
borne out of
horse drawn necessity
one was never allowed
to simply “be”
a spoon could not
a kettle had to do more than
one trick extravagances
had no business
in her business
“just doing your bit”
was an unforgivable sin
and a grotesque waste
of limitless talent
the flock trotted superhighway
and blazed her own way
in inventive fashion
Rene ~ July 2013