Lot's Wife Edition 1 2016
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POETRY<br />
Old Bones<br />
by Ed Jessop<br />
She was his Delilah:<br />
his blue-eyed<br />
blonde haired<br />
beauty.<br />
She’d only recently moved in with him,<br />
and while she had taken to waking Him up with kisses,<br />
He was busy making a habit of softly singing Queen’s Delilah to her as she fell asleep.<br />
Often, He would cup her head in both hands and pour Himself into the pools of her eyes.<br />
He would whisper – seemingly to Himself – how He loved her.<br />
He went to work each weekday and would often be<br />
reminded of her by the golden hairs which managed to<br />
cling to the folds of His shirt.<br />
He thought of her:<br />
His archaeologist<br />
beauty,<br />
and what findings she would surprise Him with when he came home.<br />
Perhaps it would be another old Pokémon card,<br />
a chipped red monopoly hotel,<br />
or a stuffed toy He’d loved as a kid but had long since forgotten.<br />
She would listen quietly as usual,<br />
wonder bright within her eyes.<br />
She loved that each new item she brought Him would illicit a different response:<br />
a smile, a story.<br />
She eagerly dug deeper.<br />
Mid-August,<br />
her latest discovery had been a luminescent rib – too thick to be avian,<br />
yet too fragile for anything of agriculture.<br />
This time<br />
she watched as the landscape of His face grew cloudy<br />
shaded by shadows of concealed storms.<br />
this time<br />
there was no smile<br />
no story<br />
and He didn’t even let her keep it<br />
for fear of her pearly white teeth.<br />
curious and slightly irritated she scoured the garden more often<br />
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