Painted Landing

this was the old woman I shook on a painted landing
I state understanding of paint landing on paintings,
of ladies landing on landings
of landings laying and lying flat for a fall or
for a step from a frightened cat

I shook her, I foamed and spat uncontrollably.
Adorably, the old woman mopped my lips,
her hips swayed in the air.
Deplorably, I handled her still.
I said I would, until

until,
until
until,

Until she paid
for all the hair I lent her.

This was the old woman I shook,
shaken by a saint.

(Saintly donating to cancer patients)