Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Poem: fire



To grind the chilis

hot and sweet

for your friend the union woman

who helped others

to grind the chilis

she loved

Mount Holyoke classmate

the last time you saw her


to grind the chilis

before her suicide

she who helped all

but could not help herself


red in the bowl

fiery sparks

to welcome her spirit

slow

kindling a fire

to the table

one last time



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