Gingerbread Lady (V5) Poem by Michael Lee Johnson

Gingerbread Lady (V5)
By Michael Lee Johnson

Gingerbread lady,
no sugar or cinnamon spice;
years ago, arthritis and senility took their toll.
Crippled mind moves in then out, like an old sexual adventure
blurred in an imagination of fingertip thoughts.
Who remembers the characters?
There was George, her lover, near the bridge at the Chicago River:
she missed his funeral; her friends were there.
She always made feather-light of people dwelling on death,
but black and white she remembers well.
The past is the present; the present is forgotten.
Who remembers Gingerbread Lady, the way it is, the way it was?
Sometimes lazy-time tea with a twist of lime-
sometimes drunk-time screwdriver with a twist of clarity.
She walks in scandals.
Her live-in house cleaner smirks as Gingerbread Lady gums her food,
false teeth forgotten in a custom-imprinted cup
with water, vinegar, and ginger.
Years ago, arthritis and senility took their toll.
Ginger forgot to rise out of bed today no sugar or cinnamon toast.
No, no more Ginger.

-2010-
(R-2014)