Denise Dooley – (dooley)

Denise Dooley

Adda

We women empty weak mouths loose our didnots to shrill              all round Adda, see we let go our blame-angel-bees our soft little beats, so we women say              “adda she              didnt never cheat              Go to rust  fall to rest              or go slothy, spill breasts              leave the kids, leave the house              or get mean.” Sure we all saw her stand see her center of room     Shaking right off her head,      and Reshaping the ache     of a old pressboard dresser drawers hanging all off of it    open and straining the sore sleeves and sore soles not addressing the man that she boiled. when she slammed it it broke and the baby he spoke saying               “i have a hoax, down gaping black hope” Adda goes right on rolling the vacuums all mad at the room which was missing the one that trioed their three so the baby he moans              only one infant word,              he is screaming his “ran, ran,              ran, ran.” so we say,              but that’s all,              all she did,              the poor thing, so we sew,              lancing holes,              her excuse.              O Adda That’s all – ah you’re              angry, but oh –              oh Adda, adapt, let it ride. see how we know see how we slide creaky gravy wicker saucer chairs, see us all look aside and alight on his small face, bud eyes We do bounce the baby Bounce adda’s sad baby bounce him as soft as a charlie horse ticks in us and we tock to sad baby              ah angel is Hurting? is your little ear hurting as he Passes his airfists over his ear plane oh, now. Ought our bats hang like teeth in their wing noise while addle idle awful quarrel frets and storms and blows? Oh now no, surely no.              lets us bounce her and flicker all our twiggy tongues              lets us Adda her over and over

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