Rachel Wiley – “Purple Hearts”

The night my 87 year old great-grandmother died she was coming home from a date, right? but wet pavement and impractical shoes a Broken hip a body in Shock a passing the first time I ever heard the word slut it kettle steam slipped from between the plastic pearl veneers of my aunt delores as a procession of antique soldiers in their dressiest blues from the VFW Where my mama gave out warm plates and warmer hands to troops of empty house men filed one after another? Dropping the contents of their left breast pockets into the box where my grandmother lay? beautiful in far too much rouge Delicate like some ancient corsage and I decided right then that someday I Want to be a slut just like grandma And get sent up to Glory on a parade of grateful Unknown Lead Hearts

31 thoughts on “Rachel Wiley – “Purple Hearts”

  1. I got so excited when I saw this! Your my favorite poet and I always resonate with your poems πŸ’œ

  2. I wanna know who is the one person who disliked this because this is amazing πŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œ

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