Wednesday, April 2, 2008

NaPoWriMo - Day 2

Old Medicine


Marjem knows.
It is harder to learn of the things to come,
of the ridges on her ovaries and the tragedy
of shoes and skin.

The first is for her.
The second, for Israёl.

Marjem knows.
She is feeding Max butter and cheese to fatten him.
She is feeding him goat’s blood to chase away the tape worm.
Store the carp in the bath tub and chop it quickly with

swift
sure
strokes.

I was a little girl in Illinois.
The other children ate onions from the ground
that they washed in bowls,

pretending

that the fertilizer wouldn't kill them.

Let's tie down the acres and move the fields to rotting.
Bundle up the Queen Anne's Lace that Marjem wore on her wedding day.
Gather up the little girl who wouldn't eat the onion plants.

Note: After the fish was cooked, Israёl would give Max its crunchy eyes to eat. A salty symbol of affection.

3 comments:

shannon said...

i love the repetition of Marjem knows.

jess rowan said...

genevieve...okay. look. this is *so beautiful*. i mean, wow. WOW.

i'm SO glad you're writing with us this month.

Alex said...

fuck this

you are too good now

you must quit

YOU MUST QUIT DOING SO GOOD