NaPoWriMo Day 19: Marble

For day nineteen of NaPoWriMo, I used the prompt. I took a paragraph from a short story I wrote and then began to erase words. It's interesting that the paragraph itself is describing a man helping his aging wife, but when I finally put the poem together it almost became sexual. A surprise since the sound and meaning of it didn't come across until I had taken the words and put them together.


Marble

He starts tightening my soiled clothes

with a wet cloth.

He takes everything, rubs out my curved

spine, rests me

down the hall rummaging with a cream-

colored dress.

I remember before we had children,

he lifted each

limb, adjusted them to rest on his shoulders

while I noticed

my stockings smooth into a pale marble.