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- 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

 

                        H.e.m./H’H.

                        4.19.MMix 

                        (For F)