Pillow Shams
In a shanty, near a bog, by a
sycamore forest
twenty-seven-miles south of Winton, Mississippi,
there is a lady, an old fossil of a lady who sits in a chair
embroidering pornographic designs on pillow shams.
Every weekend, heedless of hot or inclement weather,
in a roadside stand, built by someone she has long
forgotten,
she sells her pornographic pillow shams for a tidy profit.
It is said she's wealthy enough to retire, to buy a new
home,
to move near relatives, but since she can't remember who
they are
and this is all she knows to do, she sits, and embroiders
pillow shams.
J.D. Heskin
If you have any thoughts about this poem, J.D. Heskin would be
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