Lila 4/17/2006
Lila
Watching Robin and the Seven Hoods (with
Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra) I notice
a woman’s clothing make her look strange…
Stiff.
I look down at my own body.
The woman’s awkwardness reminds me of my grandmother,
tugging on the collar of her shirt, “It’s a port”
I looked at her eyes which were directed down her shirt.
She continued “thats where they put the poison.”
I didn’t know what to say to this.
“The more water I drink, the faster it’ll get out…but I’m cured.”
“Do you want more water?” I asked
She waved her fingertips at her jaw “everything tastes like metal.”
This is awkward.
Lila always said she loved Frank Sinatra, as did my father,
as do I.
I wonder if she is sitting at home watching Frank sing as he descends the courthouse steps. Maybe one day
I’ll move to Chicago.
I hear they have a sandy lake,
so big it looks like the ocean.
I might never.
The sun is making the black leather couch warm underneath me, its making me lightheaded
and I’m afraid I’m growing sick,
but when is a convenient time to fall
ill?
Watching Robin and the Seven Hoods (with
Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra) I notice
a woman’s clothing make her look strange…
Stiff.
I look down at my own body.
The woman’s awkwardness reminds me of my grandmother,
tugging on the collar of her shirt, “It’s a port”
I looked at her eyes which were directed down her shirt.
She continued “thats where they put the poison.”
I didn’t know what to say to this.
“The more water I drink, the faster it’ll get out…but I’m cured.”
“Do you want more water?” I asked
She waved her fingertips at her jaw “everything tastes like metal.”
This is awkward.
Lila always said she loved Frank Sinatra, as did my father,
as do I.
I wonder if she is sitting at home watching Frank sing as he descends the courthouse steps. Maybe one day
I’ll move to Chicago.
I hear they have a sandy lake,
so big it looks like the ocean.
I might never.
The sun is making the black leather couch warm underneath me, its making me lightheaded
and I’m afraid I’m growing sick,
but when is a convenient time to fall
ill?