Knock on Wood

by Lucienne Wald    /  December 17, 2010  / No comments





At ninety-two my widowed sister
danced the hoochy-kootchy.
A minor stroke caused her to limp.

Undaunted, she stretched,
bent, rotated, lifted. It was then
she fell and broke her hip.

Our bother, eighty three,
composed a psalm—dedicated
to his two wives, present and ex,

both deceased at seventy seven.
Now brother, following a stroke,
can’t remember where he put his socks.

I’m eighty five and sold a painting
of myself, bare breasted,
ogled by my husband, eighty two,
featuring his voluptuous back.

Lucienne Wald is a member of the Madwomen in the Attic workshop. Read more about Wald and the workshop here.

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