april poem a thon 28

April 28, 2013 § Leave a comment

Ducharme and Clanranald

the one with locked iron gates into the living room keys
kept in my grandmother’s more than ample bosom, favors and
oranges doled (out) at high if highly sought after cost and
the other where my other grandmother rode her (magic)
egyptian (carpet) rug off the 2nd story balcony breaking
a rib or two when all she meant to do was shake out the dust

both with mezuzahs on the door, neither of them purveyors of fine chicken soup

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