Another Woman
Submitted by Jessi on Friday, May 8th 20092 Comments
My children were born in spring,
Summer’s promise on bow shaped lips
bones not yet knit together
pledge
oceans and seas
straits and channels
with lifetime alliance
cast solid and true.
Eyes the color of quarry rock
declare me the sun and watch my
every move.
Flesh and skin
and bones and eyes
and feet as fat as buttermilk biscuits.
My children were born in Spring,
belly’s full… laugh out loud
skipping stones
lighter than the stories we tell,
we ignore silent thunder
gathering in the North.
Orbits growing ever wider
farther apart
we hardly look now.
Skin turns to paper
and promises to paperweights.
The air is thick
and we exhale water.
Another woman wears my mother’s face
and I am childless again.
Toni Miller
Contributing Writer
Culver City, CA
“All there is to know about me can be found in Love Is A Dog From Hell (Bukowski 1974-1977)”
Born and raised in Los Angeles in the 50's and 60's, Toni Miller awoke to her life slightly later than most; her heart revealed in 2001 at the age of 50. Writing helps connect her to the authentic.
Beautiful, evocative prose, really stilling while maintaining a luscious flow.
I, too am a Buk fan, yet your cynicism is refrained here and I felt very intimately near you, while still an observer of your life.
Thanks for sharing your words & experience — “buttermilk” line and “paperweights” stanzas were real standouts!
Congrats,
Darrah
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