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Kitchen Sink

Plumbing

February 10th, 2008

electric fingers, worn by silver

move me forward, will I hear a whisper

 

spent as light in near dawn, spirals

she limps, then settles

 

sits in blonde wood acclimated to cold

peeks through the porthole, spider glass

 

pipes of light I would collect and –

forget, unbidden in deep pockets

 

padded, stuffed with dolls, grass, a look

from the hall, red paint that gleams

 

and after all my fingers pause – a window?

on and on that whisper howls

 

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On February 10th, 2008, tracy said:

Deb, This is so cool! You’re a great writer, you got a chuckle and a tear out of me. We actually have alot in common. Besides the insecurities about our hair, I had the same exact experience with my Mom. I mean…what were they thinking? I would never say that to my child, yet alone think it…shhhhh. I adore my husband BUT my kids really mean so much to me. I guess because he can take care of himself, right? My kids? No way, they really need me. I think that sounds pathetic, at least when they are grown and gone it will. I’ll check in another time. I’ll be in touch for wine :) XO, thanks for sharing, Tracy

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