A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
The I In It
She’s a Seven Nation Army
How much of that day
should I hope to remember ….
the warm dust rising behind the car
my mother’s outthrust chin
my mother’s instructional glance
her suntanned skin
her leaf-brown hair
another dress from the same pattern
…. but different fabric
…. she’s yellow today
she says, Never go barefoot
she says, You’ll get parasitic worms
she says, And you’ll die
and I say, okay, in a very small voice
that’s not resurfaced for decades.
and she greets my agreement
with a little nod and a brief
backward glance at me
and she goes on with something else
that I can’t remember.
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