Elisa Gabbert & Kathleen Rooney
remember what it felt like to be ashes.
velvet painting of Elvis (AKA the Velvis).
Waiting for the pigeon post, homing in.
The snow riding horseback on the wind
through tarot cards & unraked yards.
Dust-caked cars, stepped-on cracks,
glib one-liners & prairie schooners.
I eschewed acute angles, chewed my gum.
I held on tightly to the family gun.
A family portrait all done in angels,
mothers clutching their broken backs.
Figurines shattered like candy-coatings.
The plates on the wainscoting rattled.
strange low cooing in the dovecote.
The sky like bad fruit, rotten & soft—
the humming sound I wouldn't feel alone.