Category: The River

the River

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sticks and poems

yes, write my name in crayon
make green origami songbirds
so I can fly around in your world

count by crescent moons
add up questions on your fingers
sorting answers out of stories

I spread my fears on the floor like scrabble tiles
I am no mans mirage

I will let you look.
I will let you know.
I will answer
except when I won’t.

friday apparition

You spread me like a butterfly
held down, pinned
pressing soft relentless circles
as I push against your name
hard, like an emerald knife
until the earth spins me
to my knees.

You cannot tame a dream
or stalk a spell
it would leave you thirsty
desperate
for the raw words of love.
I am a plural woman,
and you only think you left.

I will let you believe you are more private than I.

estuary

my self portrait would be drawn in salt water
you would be the only one who could see me
tears and sweat and shells, black pearls
and sharp green glass
from the shipwrecks
of men with nets

yours would be a mountain river
cutting through canyons
blinding explorers with white,
sharp stones,
promises in the mist
dangerous, beautiful
and hidden

Descent 185

I look out onto my garden
and I see a dead body
I imagine
____who I’d like it to be.

I bought a Journal of Poetry
knowing I would alter all it’s precious words
____pastels, bodily fluids and wax.
I resent their 24grand MFAs
even though I have the money.

I know why we kneel to pray
bent over hymns
fucked hard enough to see god ____ ____ moaning
____the secret names of Quedesha.

This culture is collapsing
I want to want to celebrate
proud fisted cheering, spiral dancing on shrinkwrapped bones…
Some Activist.
____Priestess charged
____with holding
____Hope
and I just want a cigarette.