Sometimes she'd look at me, anew. I wanted to say,
a silky ribbon ‘til it curls. It is tender
on occasion, to be firm. I thought of a tabby,
The twinkling St. Christopher
of the verb "to long" for far too long. Dark
If my father loved her, all the evidence is gone.
shreds photos, her own heart. Patron Saint
Saint Christopher isn't really the Patron Saint of "spurn", though he is the patron saint of hailstorms, travelers, and "lorry drivers". Somehow that didn't have the same ring to it.