They eat beans mostly,this old yellow pair.
Dinner is a casual affair
Plain chipware on a plain and freaking wood,
Tin flatware.
Two who are Mostly Good.
Two who have lived their day
But keep on putting on their clothes
And putting on their clothes
And putting things away
And remembering...
Remembering, with twinklings and twinges
As they lean over the beans in their rented back room that
Is full of beads and receipts and dolls and clothes,
Tobacco crumbs,vases and fringes.
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i know my upper arms will grow flabby it's true of all the women in my family i know that the purple views like dead fish in Seine ...
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I didn't want to wait on my knees In a room made quiet by waiting. A room where we'd listen for the rise Of breath, the bur...
