dances of zola

...celia svenssons mother said...its possible to make two small flutes from the bones of a fully grown mouse...(seduction 63)
that day your mother bought a fretful cow
and saw john the baptist climbing the water tower

and at night your father on a chair
near a lake playing a harmonium
the chair leaning in soft earth

in late afternoon you me on an embroidered cloth
saying this that
see a mandolin on the lake
rising falling moving towards the bridge

behind the mandolin a pig in the arms of
is that mary magdalene

minutes pass
you talk of grapefruits and celandines

mary magdelene says bring me quickly
fourteen dogs and a cantaloupe
a basket filled with violets and fish

the pig says
behind a white barn celia svensson
lifted your skirt while her mother counted mouse bones

you remained unconcerned
this was your home

the first faces you saw are here
the first skin you touched

this is whereyou made yourself come in august heat
on the handle of a yellow pump

this is whereyou pissed on dandelions
while a caravan burned

this is where you showed hairless skin
to a blind man who touched

too dark now to see the stream

walking to the red house near the lake
your father leaning hands moving
his back to the water hymns from his mouth
and songs concerning industry and amputation

your mother says
he writes five songs a day
the melodies borrowed from cattle and hornets

later you slept
i walked through juniper and fish scales
found your fathers harmonium near a horse

in early light i watched you wash
skin lit in a yellow room

i’ll remember these things when im dead
and the unworn shoes i gave to the stream
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