Tuesday, September 14, 2010

A Moon Love Story

In the fourth grade, my mother would kill lice
with her thumbnails.
She would find purpose in their deaths.
My grandmother would sit across from us with a book on her lap,
but she did not know if it was a book of poems or The Bible.

1 comment:

Admin said...

simply stunning keep it up
Alexis.
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