Saturday, May 28, 2011

BETTI BLU'S MORTGAGE



Winter streets and frozen
fountains how easy
to forgive oneself the chill

leaves burning on the plain
'neath Orvieto. Your eyes
the same skewed colors as

my own, turned down
sterile, stern, on
our child in disapproval.


And now these giggling girls
you forgot yourself in
putrid memories this train

sunk in soggy ponds
and the bloody chamber
of Bluebeard's secret room

where you walled us all up.




           2/17/2009
           Florence-Rome, in transit



Betti Blu's Mortgage by Lee Foust

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