Skip Navigation LinksHOME → BAMBOO SHOOTS LISTING → MONEY FOR THE DEAD

BAMBOO SHOOTS
Works of fiction and poetry by friends of Bamboo Ridge Press.

patrickguildPATRICKGUILD

Patrick Guild was born and raised in Kailua, O`ahu to a Chinese lady from Kaimuki and a mustachioed, blond man from New York. He currently resides in the middle, like much of his writing, in Portland, Oregon where he dreams of turning his MA in Literature from Portland State into something he can eat. UH Lab '03.



Money for the Dead

Published by PATRICKGUILD | Sunday, September 12, 2010 9:47 PM




And they collapse into themselves,
ten wrinkled women,
their curled salt and pepper hair
pinned under black kerchiefs.
Faded floral blouses
and black trousers.
Gnarled hands reach for
gold and silver paper
in a heap around a red candle.
Jook boils on the stove and
folded money burns
a white, wispy river,
gently swaying on its way to Heaven,
twisting like a young woman’s back.
The old widow remembers
when he used to run his rough hand
up the small of her back,
gently tickling her sticky wet spine
hot from cooking.
She sends her money with a prayer
they will be young together again.



RECOMMEND THIS PAGE

Tell others about this page on your social networks.


COMMENTS


If you have an account, why not login to comment?

teter - Sunday, September 26, 2010 8:07 PM.


"Guest" is right, Patrick. Take a shot at this (though I think it's pretty damn good as it is). Say hello to Porland for me; I barely remember her.