It Stands for Light
Lucia,
Wide hipped at ten,
runaway at eleven.
She only existed between
red cardboard binding
with gold printed letters
It Stands for Light.
She was a-
Smash bottle-pill popper,
temporary high school dropout-
college recluse.
Walls suffocate her,
And suffocation speaks of her mother
draping pink lace around her throat,
a hot curling iron in her hair, and oops
mother has dropped it on her neck.
Oops, broken window/bottle,
passout-sleep.
But Lucia,
Only existed in relation to-
Dollene,
Who did not like her name
at all, until it reached Lamberto.
Even though as a child,
she only associated this being
with lung-cancer and bastard-cousins;
her father’s big nose and wide, hard gut.
He picked a man up once by the neck,
and threatened to cut his throat,
but all he did was sit by passively, when
oops: mother has dropped a curler on the neck.
It was difficult: Really,
being named Dollene, with a mother
named Dorothy-Dolly.
Who dyed her dark hair blonde
and sun-tanned wrinkles into her olive skin.
Which is why, Dollene became
in writing
wide hipped, pill-popping Lucia.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment