Sharron Proulx-Turner

and drives right up and over that landfill sight
eyes the size of jackfish

I am many things says the old lady

but I am no carpenter

I can yacht with the best of them

they say them folks in whitetown made a tv-type-movie script
just after the old lady dies in her sleep

at the tv-type-movie funeral there’s a teacher from her school
who speaks from over to the left and all in rows and says

her favourite food was french fries and there’s something about
her writing

lazy and arrogant

makes it like a rich french dessert

undeniably excellent

but affordable and familiar to few

the auntys laugh and laugh and eat popcorn with extra butter
clinging to their salt

them folks can’t read worth beans

is what the auntys say

they got it right there on the kitchen table

all framed with the old lady smiling tight

her false teeth right there beside her in a cup

she makes that cup at the senior high

paints words on it too

uses the extra paint left over from her car

big red hen red

words are jewels is what she writes on that cup

words are jewels

grains of rice to kneel on depending on the view

and there she is with her hair just long enough to fit a sprig of
a tail

and hair pins all around

haphazard

gardening over by that landfill sight

and the sun

pats her on the back warms words out from her sprig of a tail
something about them kind of words like jawbreakers

too hard to bite and chew

just slow just suck so at the layers feel each one

circle after circle says the sun that hot round day

way back betore the tv was even a pimple on a newborns butt

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