We began to re-enact the stages
of war -- blue and gray up and down.
Marry the trucker who asked you to dance
the Virginia Reel in that tapestry dress
that held fast to your breasts.
I pressed my soles to the sky
while you stoked fires and made buckets
of gumbo to feed the shouting faces,
their guns in A-frame canvas.
And once my body took shape,
you split the wood and blessed the hangman.

05/17/2012

Posted on 05/17/2012
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