Joyce Sutphen Door Poems
- 1. The Aunts
I like it when they get together
and talk in voices that sound
like apple trees and grape vines,
- 2. The Exorcism
It was homemade and primitive,
like pulling a tooth with a string
and a slamming door, like taking out
an appendix by kerosene light
- 3. In Black
The image that haunts me is not beautiful.
I do not think it will open into a field
of wildflowers; I doubt that it will take
wing suddenly, startling us into admiration.