rough circular edge/ /whiter than white/ /white, how white?
I love you //isolation white
grief //Armageddon white
New Year’s //disinfectant white
tv on //memory loss white
home cured gravlax //not white
dabbed with horseradish cream //traditional white
dreamt //repetitive white
courage //to wear white
bikini underwear //used to be white
it is raining, not snowing.
you put your ‘wheres’ down and thought about staying.
your ‘hows’ got piled on a blanket you wrap yourself in.
a corked bottle has long been storing your ‘whys’.
to face the ‘wheres’.
how neatly those clichés are folded into your grandmother’s
dispirited leather suitcase.
how gently you smoothed out wrinkles of despondence and wondered why
in the hell you were keeping them.
your ancestors’ voices are all your voice.
you were only planning one word.
a story is not a story until it is told.
the mind writes blind texts on white surfaces.
salty pearl plastered on your cheek,
transparent as death when you should have pushed your father there
and then through the creamy fog you had both been waiting for
but you didn’t.
reminders of reciprocity to a witness of your newborn steps.
love tremors between what you know and what you don’t.
bleached intellect cleanses ashen thoughts.
wronged by wrong, right by wrong.
wicked witch of the West’s broom wags multi-leveled points of
view about reason and function in flight through washing powder white……..
you just came back from the open fruit and vegetable market carrying
a basket full of whats’ that have never been questioned before,
particularly the jerusalem artichokes. how vermilion is the white
tuber out of season in need of cleansing for soft boiling, therapist
of bodily expulsion with a guarantee of audial digestion.
and you might as well ask the whats about what white to use for the
wheres in order to know when, how and why to continue the tale you
rough edges//whiter than white//white, how white?