19 July 2010

bus ride / the mother

wheels rolling forward, her mind rolls back
to a suburban foyer
the eyes of a skinny child commit to memory the floor tile pattern
while bent over with pants dropped down,
having learned to practice a strange silent stillness under the rubber hose.

she hears the musical pitch of the slicing of air.
the slicing of air.
the slicing of air.

behind them a screen door opens, shuts,
the voice of the father:
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
turning up eyes to see
his hand grab the striking wrist.

the girl runs upstairs and
in the absence of inquiries
upholds the dutiful silence.

the raised highway licks a bruise on this landscape
like green welts on the back of a thigh.


(c) ilyse kazar, 2010