married a hard man
and moved north
to a hard land,
she filled her city pantry
with water purification tablets,
with gas mask filters,
with cream of mushroom soup.
duct taped cellophane
around the windows,
she taught herself the harmonica
so she could play along to
Heart of Gold
between shifts at the restaurant.
was a waitress in a white shirt
and ironed smooth,
she studied Edgar Casey
and Kirlian photography
and spent mornings
reading the I Ching
while smoking cigarillos.
kept rune stones
in the cookie jar,
she was a student
with a crappy west bank walk up
where Bobby Dylan puttered around
with his guitar for a few weeks in 64.
taught Bob Dylan how to macrame,
they shared cold cinnamon sandwiches,
and she asked him about New York City.
“Oh, I dig the city, baby.
Like I dig the freckles on your knees.”
When she mentioned
that she didn’t have any freckles,
he assured her,
“Exactly, baby. Exactly.”
Posting as my response to my prompt over at Real Toads.....