From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Opens Slow Vol.2
Date: Thu Jul  7 13:09:26 1994
Your hair scratches my lips
I kiss your head
(Out of guilt)
smell of flowers and dust
out of guilt I don't shudder
You stand in that doorway
in my way
in that yellow-white daisy dress

Rambling and rambling one
The grass was taller than your head
Eggs were so much less expensive when YOU were a girl
Quoting from Leviticus
or is it Revelations?
Twisting your face
trying to place mine

Walking into the den together you open your mouth on rusty hinges
I can hear teeth stripping behind your eyes
The hint of smoke acrid in the air I can almost smell
The spark in your eyes you short out inside as you try 
to say hi

All I can see are the walls of your kitchen, Amber fading to mustard,
You've had them for forty years
Hard years since Ed passed on
Bless him and keep him, Lord
Have You seen the bread?

I bought the bread already
It's in the breadbox
No
Not the cupboard
The breadbox
Not the stove
Look. Gram, look
Over here, right
here, in the breadbox, see?
Yes
Yes I did know you were Seventy-Three, Gram
You've told me
Ten times
This morning
Yes, I miss Ma too
No, I don't have a job
I'm Twenty-Two, Gram
No, I like my hair this way
Yes, the milk is in the fridge
Not the sink, Gram
Yes, I did that to my pants on purpose
You don't have to sew them
Yes, I have to go
I know
No, Gram, I'm Matt
Ed isn't here


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Well, there it is....found it hiding in a pile of stuff I was planning to 
throw out, on account of my career as a poet has definitely shorted out, 
but I thought you guys might find it interesting.

Badger01