My grandmother
has a chair that sits
in the shower-- a tile
throne for loved martyrs,
her hips have disintegrated
as has some emotion,
you say I don't know
sorrow, you say I don't know
sadness
but here I am again, naked in your chair
letting the hot water
bead down my face in
substitution for tears.
Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 12:18 AM UTC
My grandmother
has a chair that sits
in the shower-- a tile
throne for loved martyrs,
her hips have disintegrated
as has some emotion,
you say I don't know
sorrow, you say I don't know
sadness
but here I am again, naked in your chair
letting the hot water
bead down my face in
substitution for tears.
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