- lBelans 2-28-2021 - 6/20/2021
Unpack the good china,
the smudged stemware I need a step stool to reach.
Drench them in fragrant water.
Unravel threads of a story
tangled in the fringe of grandmother’s shawl
Pass it to my daughter
Press my nose
into my mother’s fading silk scarf
cover my head in its muted fragrance
I've been saving for something imagined.
Pass the glass to my son.
in the cocktail frock wedged in the back of the closet
Drape my shoulders in feathered wings.
Uncork my tongue.
Let no truth
linger on its tip.
where it lands.
Leave nothing behind I can hold.