A Clockwork Plum II
My brother recently chipped his tooth
when tossing a can in the air. He said
he wasn’t going to get it fixed because
he didn’t have that much of an ego about
his appearance, but as I stand here in his
bathroom, I have to wonder, why it is then,
that he has so many expensive teeth-whitening
For all it’s done…I could kick availability in the teeth.
Today at church I kept getting images and
thoughts. The images I squeezed out of my eyes
like an old plum’s inner gold. The thoughts, well,
they stayed higher up in my headcliffs looking
down in dry silence.
I sometimes pretend I’ve invented a new sin.
My great-grandmother never reads what she
calls the “funny paper,” that is, the comics page.
She never reads it, but she still refers to large
clubs as “Dagwood sandwiches,” an obvious
Further, every night she exercises her arms
using 20 oz. bottles in sets of thirty reps.
And now, she tells me the story of last Tuesday
when she was about to have a shower for the night
and noticed a man in her kitchen. She said that she
could tell he was a “Bible character” by the way he
was dressed and it shocked her at first so she ducked
back behind the door. She started to peer forward again
and he was gone.
Another time she saw her father leaning over her to
"see who was sleeping there." (He used to sleep in
that room and his bed was turned the same way.)
Upon seeing it was her, he grinned. She wasn’t scared
then because she knew it was her daddy. You need
to understand that there isn’t anything my grandmother
says I won’t believe. I love her and I think belief is an
important expression of love.