What the dirt tells you

July 30, 2016 at 9:54 pm (Uncategorized) (, , )

It’s thirty two degrees
and they’re watching tv in bed
with bare feet touching
the bottom of the cracked
black and white screen.

The boy is watching Marilyn
kneel in the desert dirt
and press the roots of the flowers
back into the earth
with desperate fingers and
uncombed hair.

The girl’s gaze is fixed
on the corner of the screen
where Monty shields his scars
against the burning sun
with the back of a shaking hand.

The only sound in the room
is the purr of the fan
as the salt slick coats their bodies
and their ribcages fill
in gentle time
with each other.

And the boy doesn’t turn
as he murmurs to the girl:
It’s fragility
that makes them so beautiful.

And she knows
who he’s really
talking about

as his little finger
hooks around hers
on top of
the white sheet.



1 Comment

  1. gretchen said,

    You always were a fine poet. I love you x

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