The Blackberry Patch it is the garden within the garden that guards the gnawing craving desires locked away in the deepest denials from a faint being that speaks shouts softest in the room of blue windows lavender and lace it goes unheard the ladies with thin delicate fingers rings and bright stones scintillate smile crookedly incompletely in the flaking silver mirrors wield their sterling berry spoons like miniature swords dusted with sugar dark juice and seed a half man with dull half closed eyes is immune outside

in he absently sips his coke and rum a husband on the verge of extinction hums a johnny mercer rocks a hammock like savannah shaded flowers huddle speak easily enough to one another ponder what it all means when women in bridge whisper their hushed such terrible secrets buried in their gothic 

 

lethal garden 

 

 of small talk tea and gin JPPestana The Blackberry Patch 11.16.2022