Edith

edith

fingers covered in excrement

infant retaliation-

no other way

out,

self preservation-

no blame

revealing the child

still living inside her

“did you know it’s your birthday?”

“no, no……….it’s not….”

“Edith, do you know how old you are today?”

“old?...nineteen? no…twenty?”

“Edith, do you feel twenty?”

“hmmmm…no…”

“you are one hundred years old today”

“no…then today must be my deathday”

July, 1979

Bisbee