She likes to eat nectar-
ines. In the kitchen, on a bloated
summer day.
Hair tied back and plastered
to the crown
of her forehead.
Fingers lazily drumming out
some country
song on the kitchen counter.
She lets the pools of sweet,
stinging nectar
and saliva linger
on her fingers and pierce
her tear ducts.
Her mama used to
tell her to eat
like a lady.
Starched fingers,
and dry mouth.
But you just can't be
a lady
when you're playing
God.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
She likes to eat nectar-
ines. In the kitchen, on a bloated
summer day.
Hair tied back and plastered
to the crown
of her forehead.
Fingers lazily drumming out
some country
song on the kitchen counter.
She lets the pools of sweet,
stinging nectar
and saliva linger
on her fingers and pierce
her tear ducts.
Her mama used to
tell her to eat
like a lady.
Starched fingers,
and dry mouth.
But you just can't be
a lady
when you're playing
God.
