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when the eyes go bad

1

when the eyes go bad

it’s time to see the years

thru unstitched mouths

where once her miner’s cap

found walls of caves & wombs

marked w/green ground

and darkness breeding

shadows

even then

she knew raptures of dust

cast lines of doubt

& failed words

& grandmother’s ancient script

was nothing more

than a poor demolition

of skyscrapers & sea

where once the ground held

a dimmer shadow of mother & her mother’s mother

now grandmother’s voice sails

beneath a river of stone

as her breath opens & closes

2

when we were little girls

the niceness found its way

into the stiches of our mouths

never knowing what was

before us

we took for granted

the feeling of grandmother’s shoulder pads

never

seeing

before us

our rights

dismantled

and after us

the invisible growth

on her forehead—

the cancer before its time

3

the girl knows

she knows everything

the stone.

the door.

the mansion.

the Prince.

the father

the father

the father

the girl knows

she knows everything

as high as the sky

her ceiling grows

she knows what her grandmother knows

she knows what her aunt & mother & sister know

wherever they are

b/t the living & the dying

they move across water

reflecting the photograph

she will share with them—

the shadows—

she knows where to find them

their taste has been in her mouth

her whole life

the fog on windows—

that is her breath

like fiberglass they shred the air

of her distinction

they mimic her will

they postulate her authority

they shear her hair

curl her limbs

burn her majestic presence

her enshrined jewel of soul

her perfumed hollow

4

the doors of the mansion shut

the ceiling becomes the four walls

becomes the floor

becomes a replica

against the skyscraper

scraping the ceiling of the sky

in the dark that hides the shadow

grandmother holds

a frozen stick of gold

the girl tastes the shadow

bites the darkness

& like a mouthpiece eternal

she witnesses

& witnesses

& witnesses

the mystery of grandmother

astride the world

5

when the eyes go bad

grandmother walks in the river

beneath the silence of stone

and the taste of shadow

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