The Innisfree Poetry Journal

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by Nancy Tupper Ling

AUNTIE BABE'S PARLOR

Her one cushioned chair, scarlet and itchy, leaves
blotches on my legs and arms. Feathers stick out,
peck at my flesh.  Around me: a crow-on-branch
hooked rug, cranberry glass, a state bell collection.
The Dakotas and Alaska are missing. Behind me,
a bookshelf holds her thesis on tartans. A glass
decanter rests on the Burgess bird book. She places
manicotti on my tv tray, heads for the kitchen to add
a spot of ice to her glass. Red sauce and ricotta burn
my tongue. I sip my ginger ale, study the tray’s scene:
hounds dragging a pheasant into the marsh grass.

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