Accounts Payable

Published on March 24, 2006 By Ms Mitchell In Poetry

Accounts Payable

One envelope among many
White windowed demands
A lavender square
The cursive I taught you

Ink straddles the miles
Like Colossus
And conjures the sacred
Smell of your baby neck

Watchband abrasions
Days exchanged for electricity
And the privilege of not knowing
Where waste goes

Fold spindle mutilate
Shish kabob them all
For one more tickle fight
Ten years ago.

Comments

Buddah Moskowitz

on Mar 24, 2006

I like the ambiguity and the brevity. Did you lend one of your kids money?

I liked this.

Ms Mitchell

on Mar 31, 2006

Thanks Buddha. Yes I did lend money but that's another poem....

Maggie

crimson

on Apr 04, 2006

Very nice. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to respond earlier.

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