Ode to Gossips

i was mothered by lonely women some
of ?them wives some of them with

plumes of ?smoke for husbands all lonely
smelling of ?onions & milk all mothers

some of them to children some to old names
phantom girls acting out a life only half

a life away instead copper kitchenware
bangles pushed up the arm fingernails rusted

with henna kneading raw meat with salt
with coriander sweating upper lip

in the steam weak tea hair unwound
against the nape my deities each one

sandal slapping against stone heel sandal-
wood & oud bright chiffon spun

about each head coffee in the dowry china
butter biscuits on a painted plate crumbs

suspended in eggshell demitasse & they
begin i heard people are saying

i saw it with my own eyes [ ]'s daughter
a scandal she was wearing [ ]

& not wearing [ ] can you imagine
a shame a shame