Visit to nonna

visit to nonna

 

most of all

I remember her skin

parchment

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

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