Jenny Rossi — Poetry

The Dust Bowl Widow

Before I wipe the silt
from your face
And kick the gravel
from ghost bones
I sing a eulogy
of clouds that swing up,
over the plains
Before you are lain
in calmer sands,
I lay you softly
in a chanting chest
with swollen lips

I will see your mother
in pictures
I will see your father
in stone
I will see you in blooming clouds
we will marry our madness
In the dirt and sand
and travel the world,
hauling freak show love
to the road.

Jenny Rossi has been published in Short, Fast, and Deadly, The Critic and The Barton Chronicle.