The Fountain.
An old woman from the country who sells tickets for sex shows
and looks at the buyers' faces gave a party in her kitchen
for her family and their friends, many of whom
she did not even know.
And she served everybody yellow cake and meringues
made from her own eggs, as she told the company more
than once.
"And no bag feed," she said she fed them on.
"Oh, yes you do, Grandma," said the small boy
whose bed was in the corner.
"Look," she said and opened the back door
to show the hens in the evening light scratching
around the fountain.