“dune flower”
I was enticed: your dark and stylish eyesamongst all that white, those brambles,dollar weeds. Like the brazen sister of the Black-Eyed Susans in my Grandmother’sfront garden, you rage, even in the frameof ocean blue and salty mother-air. Splinters,prickers, sea-oats. To all these Southern Bellesyou dance flamenco, a one-act filler play,a jewel [...]
These are also fresh, and strange:
“The Abbey”
Sweet white Elizabeth:laid flat, bone-bare, regal,in Westminster Abbey,(on my street.) I’m tight-lipped,
swaying in the draft belowdizzy rose windows, scared,feeling round as they, but colorless. The sun shone
on me for the first timein months. Flaring nostrilsand wet eyes, silent chanting:let the bastard child
swing free from my unchaste,unbloodied hips. [...]
These are a bit controversial. And I have literally written them in the last half-hour. So, here they are, rough and (not) ready:
“To my ribcage”
Ribs resting like fallow fields,furrowed, dusty roads, silt-colored.I know, you think I choose this,but I don’t. Eve stole the fruitthat I cannot eat. I do not knowwhy [...]
an original, fresh from my mouth…
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