June 1, 2010
daughter of a fisherman
I remember two things
November late afternoon sunlight
exclamatory sparkles of dust
upon lashes a fence to blue eyes
the dull scent of cat litter and coffee grinds
&
pacing a guttural song against the glued down tiles
counting pills from green tubes
white miniature cupcake molds, catch,
then dispose down toothless gaps
a sacrament with red ink confessing
walking and watching
a curious peer around corner
lingering waiting strangers in my home
why you here
matthew wedlock (Taunton, MA, 1984)
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