Saturdays

MEMORIES OF OLDEN DAYS

from the nanny baby-sitter, TK U MLJ LV NV

Lovely and evocative

Of course I pictured NYC and Hermoine Gingold (of all people), but the child's perspective works really well and the ending is delightful. Nice work, PoeTess! xo

smiles

Really?

You could hear windshield wipers on the lower east side? Must be of somewhere other than NYC unless it was at, maybe 5:35 am for 15 seconds. Or it happened in 1867 and you look far too young for that. Otherwise, I loved the vivid imagery. Couldn't quite empathize with the sorrow over lip hair deaths, (really? deaths? Never go to a waxer!) but other than the lower east side thing and the lip hair thing, this had moments of truth that poetry should provide. Vigorously rubbing off lipstick, that I can see. Unless it is someone you love, then you wear that lipstick like a badge of honor. That's how people wear mine, of course. ;)

*****

Exceptional. I could see, hear, smell, taste, and feel it all, including the need to rub those lipstick kisses off your cheek. I did wonder why it was apparently only rainy Saturdays, but that was just an afterthought.

Five.

Oh jesus

only you
I used to watch as she tweezed
the dark hairs from her upper lip,
wincing at each small death.
it's this attention, I think annaswirls said that about me, to these details, that make poetry poetry
5ed