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
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
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
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
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