I crawl along the wet floor Of my mother's childhood, A serpent, or a long-buried secret, In my mother's bisque Chiffon gown with small stars Stitched in silver, a crown Of tinsel pinned into the dark Blonde knots and dreads of my hair. I follow a sequin thread of dead Things, stop when the moon clocks out, Polish my long nails in the sun.
Copyright © 2010 by Cynthia Cruz. Used by permission of the author.
Cynthia Cruz is the author of How the End Begins (Four Way Books, 2016) and Wunderkammer (Four Way Books, 2014).
Date Published: 2010-10-13
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/final-performance