1. Monday, December 17, 2007

    i had the greatest first day at work today. 

    but first an old poem.

    “the best virgin marys”

    The Italians painted the best
    virgin marys
    next to the Dutch
    and she looks like the dark haired
    olive tint
    not the complete Mary but her complement
    her knitting friend who Mary
    whispers to
    “Joseph last night was so cute”
    Mary tells her as the donkey drinks from the river
    “he leaned over to kiss me
    but he stopped himself
    I told him we’ve been married ten
    our son is the messiah
    you have nothing to fear silly man.”
    I teller she looks like Mary’s best friend and she
    smiles trying to sleep with her hands in praying formation
    under her head
    gold inexpensive earrings still on
    eyes closed teeth shimmering
    as christmas lights sparkle in my bedroom.
    are you marys friend i ask
    did you come down here to keep an eye on
    me and warm not just my heart but
    it feels like this whole house is alive
    my fruit punch soda tastes bubblier
    my burrito tastes guacamolier
    my old face seems happier
    did you come down here to do all
    that for me
    shes sleep
    I whisper is mary your best friend and you seller
    and she sells you avon but you dont
    wear it cuz you just dont
    but you love each other
    and now you love me
    yes yes she says now hush she smiles opening one eye