What Is True in This Story

by Margo Solod

The gold plastic loving cup
filled with new pennies, broken,
treasure scattered before it
could be awarded. The way a print
of Van Gogh's Sunflowers brings the taste
of a blue gumball to my tongue, another prize,
this one for brain and not body. How the scent
of lavender still makes me wince, remembering
a long dead teacher who expected more from me
than I could bother with. I made her cry. She might
have been in love with me though she would
never call it that. What is true is some nights
I can't sleep:

I broke it, stole it, borrowed it, I
ruined it. I didn't care, I never
got there, just forgot. I
never talked about it, never
said it, never meant it. I lied about it.
I wasn't there.

Margo Solod lives in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia with her partner and several giant dogs. She has worked as an innkeeper, lighting designer, chef and factory worker to support her writing habit.

Margo Solod
Some Very Soft Days
Poetry. Paper, perfect bound, 84 pp
$15.50 plus s&h
2005, ISBN-0-932412-32-7

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