Tuesday, February 10, 2015

The Tale Countless Times Told


This story is not mine or yours

but hers. A woman who lived

when they polished pewter

and pistols before the duel.


Floating from age to age,

house to house, tongue to tongue --

the story becomes the ghost. Her ghost

laced and unlaced

in a changing wardrobe of words. The wheres

whens and whys -- embellished more

each time its told,  her  undergarments

embroidered with beautiful sleaze.


Only her shoes remain faithful,

the same pair of names

she has always travelled with. One real.

The other an alias.





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