Ashes  #80
February 29, 1999

She ate my ashes 
I guess it was
 some sort of iron deficiency
Wetting her finger 
she would collect them 
and place them on her tongue 
while I watched in hidden disgust.
Her face was like a gravel road
She had slanted black mice eyes,
 wet sand skin and her tongue 
was as black 
as her raven son