Paper and pastelsCricket sets a brown paper bag on the kitchen table two bucks at a garage sale on my bike route I hold up the pad and chalk Really I say I’m not used to people doing nice things for me Cricket clicks across the kitchen floor I can’t wait to see what you draw she says I want to know more about you fright and fear and longing stir inside all different colors
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Clunkdropped in a hole chewed off white ham hock bone n my dog’s bones dead last year n mother’s bones dying in the kitchen of fat skin white knuckle bones on the door yelling at me
I dig n dig n dig n dig like I’m digging to China looking for buried life I dig n dig n dig through lacelike Zinnia Petunia Morning Glory roots I dig n dig n dig through ingrown weeds Kentucky Blue Grass White Pine twisted Cypress
