My Mother smells of hazelnut
\nfrom the food market
\ncornering Castle Hill and Dracon.
\nCoffee grounds and
\na scent of sugar and of fire,
\nburning underneath her kettle,
\nin her hair
\nin her blouse
\nunderneath her fingernails.<\/p>\n

In the back cafe
\nthey sit,
\npacked tightly in brown paper
\non the lower shelf by the register
\nthat dings twice as it creaks open.<\/p>\n

Sometimes the dust collects
\nin thick strands and
\ngets caught on a dragging shoelace.
\nUntil someone’s dog eats them
\nor the wind pulls them free
\nand you watch them relinquish,
\nthey skim the ground.<\/p>\n

The beams on the market floor
\nare thick with gaps,
\nand sometimes they slip down
\nand stay there.<\/p>\n

The sun pours in through window curtains
\nlike pretty gauze
\nin rays of oblique dim yellow,
\nthin pleats from a dress she used to wear,
\nand someone sees them
\nand sweeps them.<\/p>\n

Today I miss her and
\nI walk to Castle Hill and Dracon,
\nmaking sure not to let the screen door slam like
\nother customers do,
\nto the back through cluttered aisles running
\nmy fingertips along
\ncereal boxes and jars of jam.<\/p>\n

I stand in dust over gaps in beams
\nin front of the lower shelf.
\nThe smell of her and opaque strands.
\nI want to breathe them in
\nand pick them up
\nand entwine them in my fingers
\nand wear them around my neck
\nor over my face as veils and
\nfeel her hands upon my cheeks
\nas they slide to the floor<\/p>\n

when someone sees them
\nand sweeps them
\naway. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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