Limits
The necklace he gave her
Feels heavy upon her neck
She smokes
One cigarette,
(Just one)
Sets limits for herself
In her dead mothers
Recliner chair;
Lets the beads of his gift scatter
They scratch the hardwood.
(Comforting permanence)
A plastic stick sits
Upon her bathroom counter,
A red line tells her:
She is alone in the world.
But there is no relief in loneliness.
Feels heavy upon her neck
She smokes
One cigarette,
(Just one)
Sets limits for herself
In her dead mothers
Recliner chair;
Lets the beads of his gift scatter
They scratch the hardwood.
(Comforting permanence)
A plastic stick sits
Upon her bathroom counter,
A red line tells her:
She is alone in the world.
But there is no relief in loneliness.