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Chavisa Woods Poems
At eleven she knew how to clean a fish. She also knew that fish never really come clean so the task is endless and term meaningless.
In the White
In the white, early morning I hang my face over her head and kiss the flesh above her brow.
Comments about Chavisa Woods
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
At eleven she knew how to clean a fish.
She also knew that fish never really come clean
so the task is endless
and term meaningless.
Still, she knew how to get it done.
She knew where to position the hammer,
which direction to pull the knife,
how to flip open the sliced stomach, finger the bone,
She knew how to clean the wretch from her hands.
but like the task, and thorough uncleanliness of fish,
the smell was endless
wafting into next days fresh bucket.
At some point she stopped noticing.
Even thought it might be her ...