AUNT
Her demure eyelids a magenta
My aunt touches an ash to the ashtray
The end of her cigarette sparkles
Between her frail hands
A glass of plum coffee rests
She takes the cigarette between her pale lips
And squints as she inhales smoke
(Pauses to read Book of Revelation)
Exhaling, small errant clergymen
Tumble like scorpions with women’s faces
Hands outstretched
They research the air for dark epiphanies.
- Kirby Olson
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