she is pink & orange; a witch sitting
in the empty rocking chair
beside the closed window breeze
through the room w/ the aroma
of smoky flesh; in the corner in a blanketed
**** (grandmother hung
from that tree over there)
I hope it's her laundry smelling of lavender;
her frozen body sobbing at starlight
I keep my windows *****
to keep her blind; calling herself Mary