Kitchen Conversations
Talked 9 pm on phone to Mom last night:
"I had dark thoughts all morning," she told me,
"The initial shock wasn't so bad; but now that
there's a glimmer of hope I'm scared."
In a distant kitchen Susan quoted an English friend:
"When a parent dies you're pushed to the front line."
We'd been standing in the kitchen, weighing masses
of beads in our hands--buffalo horn, turquoise,
garnet, glass (colder than plastic), multifaceted
Bohemian crystal & a jagged semi-translucent loop
of stones which I draped ready-made around my neck.
April 26, 1996
Brooklyn