I'm a big girl, ungainly, loud, and simple. The constellation "Ursa Major" should prove my alignment.
Last August I got married to a local Rom. A festive day, full of joy; smiles all around. Dad walked me down the aisle, and I even danced a jig with Mum at the reception. There is video!
My eyes are a bit wide apart; not wall-eyed, just spaced widely. In grade four, a school psychologist documented me on the "Fetal Alcohol Spectrum" for learning dysfunctions. Mum always said I'm beautiful. So, yes, I'm a bit slow, but always full of good self-esteem.
On Christmas Eve, I was asked to pose for a photo with the gift Mum got me. It seems my new husband has complained I'm not well focused on household duties, and Mum bought me a kitchen mop.
The photo shows my sheepish grin, narrowed shoulders and embarrassment. A shadow of a shadow of a shell.
gentle palm-press numbing the harshness on a tone drum
Humiliations are better swallowed with a bite of buttered bread. The way of the ancestors reminds; a woman's worth is in her virtue, and her man. Last summer, the grandest of weddings; a reception befitting a Greek goddess. This time I've taken an older man; settled. He welcomes my two boys under his heart. Nearly due for the "big push"; number three. The 23rd great-grand born to our blood. A proud legacy for the elders. Facebook: "I've got everything I've ever needed right in front of me." I sit home with four walls, each studded in black mold. Poverty, my soup. Car on its last piston. Shut off notices in hand. kneading bread secrets fold
is a Pushcart Prize-nominated haiku poet living in Texas. She is as comfortable writing about physics or pagan rituals, as social issues and quilting. Jan's haiku are anthologized in world-leading haiku journals and magazines. Benson is a member of The World Haiku Association, and Poetry Society of Texas. Profiles at The Haiku Foundation "Poet Registry" and "The Living Haiku Anthology." Twitter: @janbentx.