This father and daughter
sell wood by the cord
in an empty lot
by the nickel plant:
they sell rugs
that hang like cured skins:
wolves, dreamcatchers,
rebel flags: they sell
bumper stickers
and used fishing poles:
they buy mushrooms
and they sell mushrooms:
they sell butterfly knives:
the daughter
can make one dance:
they sell the Buddha
and Mexican leather:
she has scraped knees
and heavy eyelashes,
a shirt that says
Speak English or Die:
they sell big American flags
and little American flags:
MIA, POW:
they sell under a blue tarp:
Chinese throwing stars,
switchblades:
they sell bowie knives
with hollow handles,
a place for wire and flint
and whetstone:
they sleep in a Buick
near the edge of the mill yard
and watch the sun
turn from orange to red
as it rises [End Page 151]
through the nickel dust:
it's almost November:
frost spreads across everything
like the universe
blooming from its origin:
in the oldest story he tells,
he's commissioned
by Kublai Khan
to sail 100 bolts of silk to Jerusalem
and return with a vial of holy water
to the Empire of a Million Horses:
but the story he doesn't tell
is of a girl on her father's shoulders,
how he trades
a heap of copper wire
for a full bottle
of penicillin, so the girl
eventually drifts back
into the port of her body
on the edge
of the charted world.
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[This father and daughter]
- The Missouri Review
- University of Missouri
- Volume 31, Number 1, Spring 2008
- pp. 152-153
- 10.1353/mis.2008.0032
- Article
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