Complete Text from The Airing Installation
Wall One: Over the Drawers
She blew smoke in her mother's face once. She told me over tea.
She traced the scar that crossed her eyebrow. Her father hit her hard, but he was a good man she always said.
She told me that thunder was the angels bowling. I never believed her.
She tried to hold onto a rope with her teeth. She failed and never got the job.
She traded her stocking for cigarettes and then her stories for memories.
Wall Two & Three
Sun bleached and smudged around the corners,
I want to stuff them into my pockets, purse, and mouth for fear.
Shake them out so the dust litters the air and my breathing lungs.