31 July 2011

She has the face of someone who will die young.
(Spending all day with children, you're suspended in a place that's not your own. A hazy memory place.)

She has the face of someone who will die young.
(They trapped me in their childhoods. A shadow figure in an apron with an outdated hairstyle.)

She has the face of someone who will die young.
(I am shoes on linoleum. A cigarette lighter. A cheap pocketbook.)

She has the face of someone who will die young.
(I am a source. A history. They remember the hollows of my face. The outline of my profile.)

She has the face of someone who will die young.
(They started to remember me while I was still alive. They murdered me with their reverence. Now they finger my rings and eyeglasses like relics.)

She has the face of someone who will die young.
(Pose me with my hand over my eyes, shielding them from the sun. Position me with my face in the light but obscured.)