The Little Faces
Originally Published in Old Pal Magazine
await mother at the table, plopped
up on their big chairs, smiling,
humming, nibbling untoasted
Wonder Bread, spooning
butter on their tongues.
She races in, greeting those
Little Faces that wait
to be understood —
lips part: taut
like shriveled satin,
scintillating glossy red like
the inside of an eyelid.
up on their big chairs, smiling,
humming, nibbling untoasted
Wonder Bread, spooning
butter on their tongues.
She races in, greeting those
Little Faces that wait
to be understood —
lips part: taut
like shriveled satin,
scintillating glossy red like
the inside of an eyelid.
