25 October 2004

I am betting

I am betting that you have not read Simone Muench's poem, Eating Olives in the House of Heartbroken Women.

...My sister is backlit from the open window
unaware of her loveliness. The only
sound, the chew of fruit.
Faith is in small things, she says
passing me the jar that smells
of creosote and roses
...