Visit to nonna

© 2006 by Tommi Avicolli Mecca


most of all

I remember her skin


lifted from some ancient tomb

each crease a river

running back through time

each spot a hieroglyphic

papa said

“go on, kiss nonna

I leaned in

held my breath 

and barely touched her flesh

making the pucker sound

of a kiss

afraid death 

would rub off


originally published in Philadelphia Poets, Volume 12, Number 2, Fall 2006