Under

I cherish the unseen but for a peek 
over my shoulders
scars of lint have gathered
wrecking ball of stiff blouses
heavy coats
never never sleep in it my husband says
oh but I will
for the chafing stabbing wires
pincers at my sternum
making me dream of heart failure
under
shapeless prisons of cotton
under
ash dingy flattened satin
under
itch of polyester
under
drag of wool
a little snatch of lace

Me as Poet Is

I am a college professor
                                     She is alone among the icicles
I was born in the Midwest
                                        She was drawn from a corroded vein
I will travel to Madison
to watch the Super Bowl with my husband's family
                                                                                She will be found under
                                                                                a mossy rock, squirming
I go to puppy classes with my puppy Ozzy
                                            every Tuesday
                                                                 She goes down a well filled with
                                                                 lava
I make a really good chicken noodle soup
                                                                 She makes castles out of entrails and teeth
I have Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis
                                                           She has a pocket of skin rashes from touching toads
I give my nieces and nephews
books every Christmas
                                   She gives head to the God of Fire