| Donna de la Perriere The Beautiful South ('you would have to have been born there') we live in the village on this sharp street we live by the boneyard we die young I have an ivory comb I have a ghost house of rocks up the hill I have two dogs -- one large, one small I have rows of scars (sometimes my hands go numb) I have an oval portrait of my mother you see that she is dead I was born too early too late (I have never had a lover) almost everyone I know is dead almost everyone I love I have made them up (there are no people in my head) I have words I string together to make stick figures I have ghosts I keep their pictures in my house I move them from place to place in the pictures they are all eyes (I am living someone else's life) I kept them up everywhere until I no longer could Next |