Like the Pythagoreans who ward off the evil eye by smoothing the body's imprint on the bed, I find myself caught in rituals I do not quite understand. I only know I am compelled: making beds, burning incense, lighting candles where ever I go. I try to keep my family safe from harm, the sign of the cross never far from action.
.
after the snowfall
my children's angel prints
disappear
as if they were never here
as if I were never here
after the snowfall
my children's angel prints
disappear
as if they were never here
as if I were never here
by Marjorie A. Buettner
Minneapolis, Minnesota
1 comment:
I agree once you have all that incense going on in the bedroom you'll sleep like a bear in your bed
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