twoAnna Elena Eyre
you are in grandma’s house as she is away and you must go into the basement to do laundry the house is abandoned and full of dead / you tell yourself not to pay attention though the empty does not appear you’re sure that it means harm and change loads catch breath / disarmed your two step sisters are in trouble with father you offer them your word take responsibility for blood stain / wear white socks as mittens chant sutras you’re unsure the words of and paw mouth when those you recognize as devotional come to add in instruments / later after teaching young man pickle appreciation to erase finger outlines you wash clothed / closed digits in hand basin you add in other people’s garments sure to separate lights from darks and therein realize there’s a red rag left to thread pink into careful full burst suds what have you tobeafraidof—thereis nothing there. yourbackisturned and you’resure its encroaching. youmustdo your chores—wash the underwear. remember where. the story noone speaksof. makeup the story noonetoldyou in detail. all you know to rely onare the details. what canyoudo but makeitup. the actuality is nowhere told norcanyou ask for the telling. no hardevidence. evenif careful with dirtylaundry just one miscellaneouspiece left inbasin by anotherset of handscanruin second skin—the fashion put on to coverup embarrassment offorgotten or unlearnedSanskrit chants. mistaken yourpalms for yoursoles. because youare notofhis blood youknow that hecannot hurt you as much asoris this a trick your bloodlesskin had no part in offering. up. and youwill be pinkhanded caughtinthe pickle jar corrupting innocenttongue to the pleasure of bightandsnap after long float in distilledbrine.
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