The Old Woman Across the Street by Anna Girgenti

She does yoga each morning
in the garden she planted
she has answers
she is more than the
cancer

flower-eyed and ivy-
hearted,
poisoned by the sun
phases of the moon carved in her
cranium

This neighbor lights candles
and sets them on the roof
where she waits some nights
for Death dressed nicely
in a suit.

He takes her hand and they dance
& she wakes to find him gone,
with hair pulled and skin bruised,
her body unfolds like a rose in the palm of dawn

she stretches and checks the
lumps in her breasts,
face down in the pillow
to remember his scent

We’ve all had a lover
who comes but won’t stay.
Mine was just a man
so I really can’t complain.

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“Stuff in My Neighbor’s Yard #3” image by Flickr user Lee Coursey

IMG_1179Anna Girgenti is a 19-year-old writer studying English at Saint Louis University. After earning her BA, she plans to move to Chicago to continue her writing career. In her free time she enjoys making visual art, rowing on rivers, eating breakfast food, and avoiding nonessential social events in order to be alone with herself. Her work has been featured in Saint Louis University’s literary magazine, The Kiln. For more of her writing, visit her personal website:  www.annagirgenti.wordpress.com.