Today's poem is by Karla Huston

An Inventory of Lost Things

Of course the Dodo bird, not
for its stupidity, the way it blundered
into Portuguese clubs
and into the jaws of dogs
but for its innocence, because
I understand blind trust.

And I choose Lot's Wife
for her lack of faith, the yearning
for what she could not lose,
even as she has survived,
and without a face.

I choose Gina Lollobrigida,
ooh la la, Italian vamp, the doll
my mother's grandmother
made, her yarn curls
and rag legs longer
and thinner than hunger and fear.

From an inventory of lost things,
I choose November,
its chilly memos about leaving
written in the stitching
of last geese, the absence
of kindness, winter's misery

in the face of all that coming light.
I choose you
and the circling trains, the ones
that never arrive, passengers turning
to face the place they came from
where they once belonged.

Copyright © 2013 Karla Huston All rights reserved
from A Theory of Lipstick
Main Street Rag
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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