lilac wore me
bluer than I could recall, my knees
jelly-dewed. Your words were butter
luring me as a bee
to feast the white tulips. Invisibly
we silk-spun to lovers
against my family's wishes. A stone
flowered under my breastbone
and my hands jerked, twisted rubber.
Was it the drugs you were spooning
me or your coppery lies? Pruning
back, I vomit the moon's supper
burning my stomach & every breath.
Too late, your poison, a riverbed
steeped of your true colours covering
my bones, tarnishing blood
to iron, rusting my tongue, petrified wood.
Petrified Wood by Margaret Bednar
Process Notes: While waiting in the hospital last night, I saw and overheard the drama of this family. The night ended with the very thin daughter being treated for epileptic seizures which the parents blame on her drug addled boyfriend.
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