Poet Marguerite Harrold

The Lessons  
The old woman’s stories can only be corroborated by the dead
Cut glass the shapes of women’s bodies
Contain a cast of loose lipped spirits
Phantom jars
Her mother's treasures
We've heard she keeps them next to the money
All remains untouchable>
What we know
Collected rumors               Remnants of tales
Holes as deep as the pores we inherited
Our collaborations fall prey to her moods
sometimes our birthright
sometimes our betrayal


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