of Cynthia Maya Fisher
how very kind she was
to have done what she did
to have opened her arms, all her limbs
to have welcomed me in
took me home to her family
shared Lauderdale-by-the Sea
things she let me taste, things she let me see
how swiftly I developed an appetite
she gave me Key West as well
she turned me out, turned away from me
as abruptly and without explaining
kindness turned to its antithesis
completely and so swiftly
I had to eat, I had to swallow
hard to have to do without her
without knowing why, all these years
what a twist of faith it was
to meet her, to love her, to have her
what a twist of faith to lose
all but memories, left in my hand
hands I have to wash to eat
to pick up life, pens, words
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
3:27 a.m. 8/July/07
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