“Wooly Bully” blasts from the radio.

She thin-slices cabbage with a butcher knife,

smashes and dices garlic in the narrow kitchen.

Another old rented house.

She wipes a strand of red hair

from her damp brow

with the back of her hand,

scrubs dirt from carrots,

quarters baby red potatoes,

corned beef simmers.

Heat in the cast iron kettle,

Heat in her head.

She tugs at her mini skirt,

tugs at her T-shirt.

Her feet dance

but onion tears streak her cheeks.

Nothing will clear her troubled mind.

The secret will gnaw.

This morning she lied

in court for him.

C.J. Prince



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I write. I read. I write and read...I listen to raindrops on begonias, talk to ravens, dance with dragons. I practice Tai Chi in a barn, I sleep with earth stones and tarot cards. I celebrate each day. Join me!
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One Response to Turbidity

  1. kristin says:

    Oh no! That will change the relationship forever. That he asked, that she did, that he did whatever that needed her to lie in court. That is a beautiful picture of a cabbage.

    Finding Eliza

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