Binney + Adonis
Golden butterflies flutter above Binney,
shimmering in sequins and pearls,
like Queen Ozma with gray hair
lacquered in hairspray, red lipstick
and rouge, fingernail claws painted
red, V’s for victory since WWII. Adonis
wraps his arm around her shoulders.
Widowed for decades, she needs
a young god. I pasted his head
over her cousin Sig.
August,1968 is printed on the border.
Her arms look smaller than I remember.
She used to let me flip-flap the loose skin.
During our one month in D.C.
she took me to see giant statues
of Presidents, and a 130 foot long dinosaur.
We trapped crabs in the country
with friends who sipped sweet sherry
while playing canasta; we floated
funny and touching. the letters have just the right feel too. enjoyed.
This is such a fantastic post Carrie, I love the head of Adonis pasted on Sig’s head. I love the way the small gestures of affection and bonding come through, the flip-flapping of arm, the braiding of hair. That is what we remember from back then, isn’t it…the small gestures of love.
The yellowed paper sets just the right tone, and the words there reinforce the poem,
thanks for sharing