Saturday, June 18, 2022

THEN BEAUTY SAID TO THE MERCHANT, HER FATHER...



then Beauty said to the merchant, her father...
oh just bring me back a pound of bacon and
a few ripe tomatoes, some bread,

a casque of mayonnaise...I crave the BLTS
we used to have in former days.

the story never went that way
my sister would have stamped her feet
at such a variation in the tale

I think but maybe we were hungry on a summer

day

so we dropped stitches in the story
and made BLTs in the Munsey toaster
and watched the backyard roses boil from the

kitchen window, still sweet, but furled and
curled, and crisped to rust edging in the Arkansas humidity.

one thing for sure my munching sister

could have said, effervescent
pragmatic visionary that she always was and is:

"Beauty would not have asked him to bring back
one of those roses...

mary angela douglas 25 march 2015;19 june 2022



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