He scrubs, lathers and suds
skin, hair and clothes
in scalding hot water.
Still the stench remains
of the vinegar in the vat
as cucumbers
marinate and pickle,
at the factory where
he works after classes.
Of the formaldehyde
he uses to turn the dead
into mummies
and mannequins
to pay for college
and his room across the hall.
Now he wears the scent
of newsprint proudly
as he takes photos and writes
for his hometown weekly,
sniffing the smell
of success on a city daily.
Sharon Waller Knutson is a retired journalist who lives in a wildlife habitat in Arizona. She has published several poetry books including My Grandmother Smokes Chesterfields by Flutter Press and What the Clairvoyant Doesn’t Say and Trials & Tribulations of Sports Bob which are forthcoming from Kelsay Books. Her work has also appeared most recently in Spillwords, Trouvaille Review, Muddy River Poetry Review, Gleam: Journal of the Cadralor, Verse-Virtual, Your Daily Poem, and The Song Is…
Another wonderful poem from a master os narrative poetry. I am so happy that her work is receiving the attention it deserves.
ReplyDeleteLove Sharon Waller Knutson's poetry. This is another great poem.
ReplyDeleteSharon is the best in bringing this man to life. Love this character.
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