waitress poems

Friday, July 15, 2005


Here there will be no brandy
lighting your body like
a secret cave. Your only escape
will be by window where night,
cut in squares by
a child's blunt scissors
spies on you like a portrait
of the great grandfather
who has been
staring you down for decades
with his greedy eyes.

Though you've only been here
a few days, you're beginning
to forget the way the trees
chant to each other in wind,
and the vibrant blues and oranges
of the quilt you put between
yourself and night.
At first you try to pretend
you stumbled onto this
snowy landscape by accident;
it has nothing to do with you.

But a Portuguese woman is dying
in the bed beside you.
When she forgets the language she's
used for forty years
and breaks through in her primal tongue,
everything comes closer--
the fans whirring on the roof
like your own heart,
the night that can't be locked out
roaring in your blood.

first appeared in Cimarron Review


  • I love the immage of night cut into squares by a childs blunt scissors, a beautiful poem

    By Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson, at 11:46 PM  

  • Wow, that's another really great one. when is the poetry book comin out? Didn't want this one to end.

    By Blogger rdl, at 6:36 AM  

  • this is so sad. i can feel a lot of emotion in this. great poem. you really captured a the feelings behind a stay in the hospital.

    By Blogger Lorena, at 3:29 PM  

  • Thanks all. I've never thought much about doing a poetry book until I started the blog. Then I realized how much stuff I have...

    By Blogger Patry Francis, at 8:28 PM  

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    By Blogger iamnasra, at 12:55 AM  

  • Night in hospital thought its sad but it has so much beauty as the curtain of the night falls it carries with it certain magic

    By Blogger iamnasra, at 1:05 AM  

  • Hi Patry,

    This is a fine poem, really moving and with some wonderful lines. Anyone who's ever been in hospital will pick up on what you're getting at here. I've only just discovered your poems, via Melly, but I'll be back. Thanks.

    By Blogger Stranger Ken, at 1:34 PM  

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