Thursday, November 25, 2010

St. Catherine of Alexandria (patron of unmarried girls and crafters who work with a wheel)

your neck is a phantom,

your bones are warmer

than I imagined.

this wheel is truth,

is beginning, is ending.

I filled your pillow with coins.

you left me a lock of your hair

on the windowsill, tied together

with the reddest ribbon.

there is a secret place

where we will meet again.

it is thick with moss. it is

covered with thread stretched

so tight. heaven knows I’d

cross the creek to make a bed

between the darkest pines.

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