Friday, February 16
FIVE YEARS OLD
Stars fell all night.
The iceman had been very generous that day
with his chips and slivers.
And I had buried my pouch of jewels
inside a stone casket under the porch,
their beauty saved for another world.
And then my sister came home
and I threw a dart through her cheek
and cried all night,
so much did I worship her.
(James Tate)