V. Penelope Pelizzon
Comments about V. Penelope Pelizzon
Clever And Poor
She has always been clever and poor,
especially here off the Yugoslav train
on a crowded platform of dust. Clever was
her breakfast of nutmeg ground in water
in place of rationed tea. Poor was the cracked
cup, the missing bread. Clever are the six
handkerchiefs stitched to the size of a scarf
and knotted at her throat. Poor is the thin coat
patched with cloth from the pockets
she then sewed shut. Clever is the lipstick,
Petunia Pink, she rubbed with a rag on her nails.
Poor nails, blue with the cold. Posed
in a cape to hide ...