Red Robe, Bare Feet

 

In Bethany sup the newly
dead and those about to
die:

 

I know your hair's smell
and the weight of each breast; 
the exact spot where the fine fur starts,
tracing a line down your belly.

 

Your sister is a raven
entangled in my locks.
She would dive and
peck out your eyes.

 

But stay, sweet one.
Curl right where you are.
Kneel one moment longer.
 

Your hair corrals my
throbbing feet — no one
can see they are


no longer dirty.

 


—Tiffany Lee Brown



Original version anthologized in The Human Growth Experiment, Water Line Press, Bainbridge Island, Washington, 2005. New version, 2018 contains addition of italicized prologue.