Wednesday, June 15, 2016

fancy this

this came from Ireland
she says, pointing
at the chandelier,
watch how the light dances
when I turn it on.
the vase is from Florence.
the glass ware
on the shelf is
Waterford crystal, all
of it, she says.
they don't make it anymore.
there are figurines
perched about,
cows and cats,
birds.
penguins.
she's holding a hotdog
in her hand,
taking large
bites.
there is mustard on her blouse.
relish on her chin.
a small dog is licking
her bare foot.
all of this is irreplaceable,
she says, so be careful.
in the other room,
down the hall,
her husband calls to her.
your show is on.
hurry up,
it's starting.

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