Okeechobee
by Jennifer Mazur They found her under the spreading oak tree That’s the family lore White dress, hem black (heavy) with lake dirt Poison in one fine china hand freckled with a doomed constellation the other hand palm side up among the leaves and damp soil One black fly landing and taking off landing and taking off of her pale cheek Too many mouths Too many responsibilities My grandmother found her didn’t tell her sisters the truth Their mother was too delicate to deal with one husband five daughters and Okeechobee |
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