- MH -
(Note: “…Always the 2nd. Sunday in May,” she was wont to say, “….always the 2nd. Sunday in May.”) - H.e.m/H’H.
she
was just a girl
‘splaying rubiauburn caracole
in dingy sunlight
as hungry danced ‘round
hungry for something
she was just a girl
a daughter-mother
born
to skill & scullery
as the others danced
merry into dingy sunlight
hungry for something
she
& jessedressy
she was just a girl
only
the strains of music assuaged,
like an unfamiliar bosom’s
familiar melody,
to the wireless
or of the paucitous street
marconi ‘n cheese
never cheesy enough
she was just a girl
whirls, & whirled
of pirates & barons
abandoned
like a vested, barren jessedressy
to
citizenbest
restive for something
beyond vacancy
& vacated friends,
now coveted
she was just a girl
before
me,
of violate pianokey smudge:
what size? critisize,
home to eyes
streaked like windows
in her dingy sunlight
born to moaning,
when our cord was cut
she cried
plentimental
mother
is the necessity of invention
she was just a girl
two centenaries
rubiauburn caracole
too soon silvered
to bleach white
like marrowless bones
fed on resentaplenty…
wilting silk flowers
she
was just a girl
she was just a girl