Lucia Perillo

(1958 - / New York City)

Two of the Furies - Poem by Lucia Perillo

The old woman in the parking lot
wields her walker not unspryly. Gray hair
lank and without style, hanging
under her ski hat, as I wear a ski hat—
her legs bare under her skirt,
my legs bare under my skirt,
she wears sneakers, I wear sneakers—
windbreaker, windbreaker. She rolls up
to watch me board, as people do,
because it is interesting
to see the wheelchair maneuvered backward
into the van. You got it?
she asks, as people do
though I am not their child.
We are not sisters either,
despite the wind's ruffling our skirts in sync—
oh how she is interested in the ruffling of my skirt.
The ruffle makes her giddy, starts
her bald gums racing on their wordless observations
as she peers into my thighs.
How alike we are! says this
no-sister of mine to be argued with,
just some crazy old woman
flashing the terrible crater of her smile
to raise the wind and
prove her point.


Comments about Two of the Furies by Lucia Perillo

  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (5/2/2016 3:00:00 AM)


    How alike we are! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 21, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, March 21, 2016


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