Reid@YWP

Setting: A crowded departure concourse for a broken, underfunded train system in an improving, but problematic city train station. The subject: A mother.

10 minute delay.

i once saw the face of god in the stars

which grinned as it opened its mouth wide

and its dust cloaked the earth

and its light drummed upon the ground

Hello Winter,

I see you through the light

peaking through my curtains.

Your white blankets every living thing. 

But Winter,

When will you comfort me,

Wrap me up like a present,

It didn’t occur to me, not on the first day, or the second

* * *

If you asked me to describe the job 

My grandmother's body slowly shifts into the rock, weaving into the dead texture. Eyes faded and grey, seeing more than I will ever know, and yet nothing at all.