LOTION TONIGHT by Donna Weaver

Lotion Tonight

From her blue armchair I can still hear mom yelling for me

to massage her feet with lotion. It had to be done


with cocoa butter, that was the only way. I made her heels soft

with my little, brown hands. I didn’t want to smell what was left


of the sweat between her toes. I picked out

the lint from the wigwam socks she even wore in July.


Fifteen minutes spent rubbing each pale foot. I rubbed harder,

then she moaned. From the couch her husband watched, but didn’t try


to touch her. Then she made me take it from her—the pink

razor I used to shave the black hair on each of her pale toes.

Donna Weaver Author

Donna Weaver’s work has appeared in or is forthcoming from the American Journal of Poetry, Aji Magazine, Poetry Motel, Lit Noire Publishing, and others. She was awarded the University of Pittsburgh at Greensburg-Scott Turow Prize for fiction. Weaver was nominated for “Best of the Net Poetry” from Sundress Press. She is a graduate of the University of Pittsburgh where she received a Bachelor’s Degree in English Writing. She is the founding editor of Caketrain Press.

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