No Madeleines. No Rosebud. No Arpege or Norel
Instead it’s talcum powder, honeysuckle and Marlboros.
Husbands and lovers.
Sojourns outside the homestead–depression, Depression,
Farmed out with brother, Operator, may I have Carlsbad 5-8734?
Recluse ranch wife, sauerkraut rotting in a pot
Under the table, Chamber-pot
Under the bed, no water, no power, no way…
Ranch Life, 2nd husband & cattle drive from Oklahoma
Teaching seven rancher’s sons in a
One-room log cabin schoolhouse,
Wartime, no water, no power,
Freedom, strictly speaking, enlistment
Boot camp, new strangers
New husband, more strangers in a
A lifetime of attachments, adds child,
Sheds 3rd husband like that
Quickly heading back to the
Strange men, new loves, lost loves,
Child, but always talking to strangers
Quick easy friendly deeply
Revealing little, asking more.
Boston widows–unspoken, accepted, but
There must be pressure from
Kin, neighbors, strangers, breakdown–
Summer on a farm for the child–
Recovery, moving on
Best man in child’s life ever
Was a woman.
Growth, success, falls in love again
Like a school girl, marries #4
(5th if you’re counting)
Adds to maidenhead Burleson:
Miller, Russell, Patrick, <Boyle> Whitworth
But this talking to strangers
Brings love, connection, interest,
Friends flung far far far for her
Spirit lives as body fades.
But close, cradled, caressed, kissed
With such aliveness;
Memories fresh, scent, laughter not languishing,
Dipping her hand in the
Cool, fast stream &
Gripping the dripping fresh cress,
Head turning to me in triumph.