Her Whisper Shivered in the Air
September 20, 2011 § Leave a comment
We passed the hours after in the weather-beaten bakery
Gloomily brooding over baskets of smoldering dough,
Pitching burnt rolls through the rubble,
Hurling fancy chocolate cinders at the door.
The dreadful night was interrupted by insistent quiet knocking.
Dusty, peering through the window at the grotesque delicacies,
Her whisper shivered in the air.
With a cracked yellow bowl of Epsom salts
And a bottle cap of water,
She scrubbed into the night,
While we burrowed into layers of worn handbags
Piled on corrugated tin.