Archive for July, 2016

hollyhocks

Posted: 07/01/2016 in house of memory, house of women

last house on the dead end,

no house across the steet

cos the one that used to be there burned down before i was born.

in the field there were old bedsprings,

allergy grass,

and tall big-leafed hollyhocks with pink blooms.

i decided they were the ghosts of old church ladies,

bent-backed from slicing pie at receptions.

every morning in summer, i waved to them,

wished them a blessed day,

and waited til i was out of sight to, as mama called it, start up with my bullshit.