Monday, May 20, 2013

Ashes Baked Inside

The back-left flame on the old stove
ignites itself and burns all day.
After it dies it describes
the plum’s black branches,
chewed-on soot, conversations
people had, clothes they wore.
Simon’s wife cooking on a two-burner
with a trash burner on the side, doing dishes
in the bathtub, her arms wrapped
around her like a guitar.

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