Praise me at Durkheim Fair where I've never been, hurling grenade wursts at those who killed my uncle back in 1944. Nothing is forgiven. The hurt child is thirty-one years old and the girl in the pale blue dress walks out with another. Where love lies. In the crawl space under the back porch thinking of the aunt seen shedding her black bathing suit. That girl was rended by the rapist. I'll send her a healing sonnet in heaven. Forgive us. Forgive us. Forgive us. The moon I saw through her legs beneath the cherry tree had no footprints on it and a thigh easily blocked out its light. Lauren Hutton has replaced Norma Jean, Ava Gardner, Lee Remick and Vanessa Redgrave in my Calvinist fantasies. Don't go away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAND OF DREAMS by WILLIAM BLAKE THE FOURTH OF JULY by JOHN PIERPONT TO JANE: KEEN STARS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PIETRO ARETINO by LUCIUS MORRIS BEEBE PSALM 67 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE INTRODUCTORY AND VALEDICTORY by LEVI BISHOP AN EVENING PROSPECT by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER |