2011 Issue - Santa Fe Community College
2011 Issue - Santa Fe Community College
2011 Issue - Santa Fe Community College
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Cleaning Saints<br />
by Ann Hunkins<br />
My grandmother kept three things in her refrigerator:<br />
coffee yoghurt, chicken legs two weeks old, a gallon jug of white wine.<br />
She kept a cast-iron skillet of lard on the stove,<br />
fried the chicken legs in the same stuff every time.<br />
At fifty-five, she drove her red Mustang to <strong>Santa</strong> <strong>Fe</strong>,<br />
the same one she used to back out into traffic<br />
at the bottom of Garcia Street without looking.<br />
Neighbors remember her.<br />
She took her white wine through a straw,<br />
smoked long brown cigarettes in her sleep.<br />
She’d sew coins and tiny chicken bones onto vests she patched together<br />
out of scraps from her old dress shop, and wear them to formal dinners.<br />
She flung down under-cooked French fries on restaurant tables,<br />
told waiters and social workers to go to hell.<br />
Once or twice she wrote me a card in shaky letters:<br />
“Don’t waste time wondering who likes you and who doesn’t.”<br />
Or: “I wish I could tell you things will get better.”<br />
She wasn’t religious, but she cleaned saints<br />
at the Folk Art Museum up the hill,<br />
swabbing layers of smoke or maybe oil<br />
from someone’s palm or cheek off slick painted<br />
panels using Q-tips, slowly revealing the surprised<br />
faces of San Francisco de Asís, San Raphael Arcángel.<br />
I don’t know how the saints got so dirty,<br />
trapped inside their flat wood worlds.<br />
At night, they watched with dry eyes as she burnt holes<br />
24 <strong>Santa</strong> <strong>Fe</strong> Literary Review