1915-1997

Nov 16, 2006 07:59

Nothing is left of Grandma
Except a pair of glasses
Legs crossed, left lens foggy
A closet of mothball dresses
Like those on a thrift store rack
A coin purse plump with
Wheat pennies, buffalo nickels
A Polaroid of a grandson tugging
Grandma’s wrinkled neck
A turkey off
To the slaughterhouse
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