It is dusk,
I am alone walking past trash,
poor, cracked driveways,
the smell of jasmine in the air.
A stark lawn…bare brick porch
one metal chair.
A brittle man waves;
toothless,
his eyes gleam.
In his life,
he has weighed rubies,
bitten earth,
his skin dark leather,
he has been tortured,
pissed on.
He has been loved,
and buried his bride,
kissed the lifeless
limbs of his sons,
shaved his daughter’s head
in shame.
He […]
Filed under: Ellie Csepregi by akublik Date 11 January, 2010
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Mara makes muffins on Sunday
at 4 a.m. – still drunk, abandoned
Yells at invisible trespassers
shows them a map
directs them to dark, lurid places –
points to her heart where it was sliced.
Sunday afternoon, she calls us.
The muffins are split with fruit
coarse flour, raw sugar, sour milk
kept warm under a white cloth.
Her coffee is full bodied,
and heavy.
The secret […]
Filed under: Ellie Csepregi by akublik Date 30 April, 2009
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