The abandoned house at the top of the hill
-where the old woman’s dishes
sat unwashed in the sink,
her clothes draped over the ironing board,
for fifty years-
was torn down last August
with no ceremony.
When the wind moans
through the oaks she planted,
we can smell her perfume.

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Girl with Sandals

I love to make weird things.

This is the Girl Who Would be Jesus, from Balagula’s PILLOWMAN.
My husband calls her Faceless Girl, but I won’t name her.

Her story is her own, and not for me to tell.

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