Saturday, November 19, 2011
Great Aunts
great aunts are very swallowing and dangerous
they exist all their lives in broughams and monocles
sometimes they recite poetry to frighten you
I have spent whole months trembling for their assignations
I have heard them hooting in supermarkets at the full moon
when they rattle their clavicles entire cities come to a stop
even those constructed entirely of masonite and six inch nails
eventually I suppose they must die like everything else
but the spoons of imagination will not let me believe it
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2 comments:
i only remember one of my aunts - fanny who was a hoot and never frightened anyone except intentionally.
I was actually frightened at an impressionable age by a great uncle who recited a poem at me. Which may account for something.
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