2007

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Jessica Fordham Kidd

 

 

I mysticated the next-door neighbors,
the poor ones
                        in the brightly colored house.
            The house that is slowly falling in.
The people in the pines.           
                                        I am in the pines.
My neighbors have a variety of magics.
Their children fear cars,
        their old wear hair rollers,
               their dogs have bald spots.
We eat the same stuff, so I know it’s not the biscuits.

This place is at the mercy of the river.
I’m the neighbor that slinks through cattails
and beckons everyone to the sandbar.

 

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Author’s Bio:

JESSICA FORDHAM KIDD lives, writes, and teaches in Tuscaloosa, Alabama.

 

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