ordinary girl

clothespins on the body
body is the canvas
body is the site of feeling
body is the site of pain
seven clothespins for seven days of creation

and from beneath her, vines reach toward sky
she is sitting against a house, shingled
ordinary day, ordinary girl against ordinary house

body in repose
body at rest

kisses on the body bring tears

body is suited for
body is not suited for

this is the way it all breaks down


fall asleep lightly
wake from a dream of my father

dream a long highway
dream a ribbon of sand

dream a row of folding chairs set up along the beach
but there is no one to sit in them


ordinary day like any other
ordinary house like any other
ordinary girl

I imagine returning
walking along the shore for miles
my father in the distance shrouded in fog
my father always just beyond the frame