Now and Then
Descending from from the top stair,
whose carpet marked red from wine stains,
(grape juice)
I chipped my tooth on the melted, false-
wooden railing.
I chipped my throat on blackened
paper.
Captain my Captain--
aspirin aspirin aspirin;
aspirin is a child’s painkiller.
I am a child no longer;
breastbone thickened by Fractured
Heart Syndrome that everyone
experiences.
Freckles who once galloped in soybean fields,
kneel and sashay to
ballet in Beethoven routines.
Perfection,
painted over scarring flesh.
Painted over a child whose chest is thin
and throat shines pale.
Whose tooth chipped upon a hit
like fine china.
Small curdled child like a
breeze of cold breath to an ant.
Agonizingly curious.
I washed my face with creek spittles--
I wash my fash with herbs in tin bottles.
As it was-- as it
is,
skin, to carefully prod with knobby fingers.
Same skin as it was.
Same ol’ skin to run the beans
and trip on ill-bred carpet.
Downdowndown.
Down like chalky aspirin
that falls through the throat
in Autumn when joints ache and turn
black.
We children always fall down but never
back.
We never go back to what we came from.
It is impractical a thought--
absurd a thought.
No matter the extent she tried,
(and tried she did)
she could not paste her bone
back into her mouth.
What is done is done.