You were in a star once,
\nMary,
\nwho buys vinyl for a table.
\nDeep maroon,
\nthe last shade of sun
\non the sea.
\nThis little table
\nwill hold a glass by a chair,
\nor flowers under a window,
\na book open to the next day.
\nShe tells me
\nthe wrought iron legs of this table
\nwere from my mother.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t remember them
\nbut Mary does,
\nbecause in the star stuff
\nshe\u2019s made of,
\ntables recur over and over,
\nas do mothers and gardens,
\nand boys who grow into men
\nleaving glasses around emptied of beer,
\nor books half opened,
\nand something Mary makes from herself,
\na table I can never throw away<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
You were in a star once, Mary, who buys vinyl for a table. Deep maroon, the last shade of sun on the sea. This little…<\/p>\n