crone
wraps the shawl around her
in a way of sayingi’m enough –
sits in front of our block
her old bones chilled –warming now, us seeing her
knowing we want her,
the wise crone in our lives
Poetry
bird
i read that the body is a depression
and wanted you more.and walking to the car
weary from the waitingthinking of the day to come
a single bird
voiced what i’d yearned to graspwanted to have
translated into form.
Scything Device (detail)
the scything
there were high meadows
and a wooded passthere was a clearing
where people gathered
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it’s like this at the fish market -
standing around
when all I want is
pink glistening salmon flesh -there’s a problem with knives
and by the time I get one
you’ve offered me
your breast to cut -I go for the cheek
incising thin red
around the jaw lineand throw away the knife
shocked by the pain I’ve inflictedhiding the act
from the rest of my life
