slamming my finger in the door [repeatedly]
always leaving me
for doing that to myself [again].
Todd and Sheila went inside for their reservation at a local Japanese Steakhouse. They sat at the table around the large grill and sipped plum wine while the hostess took their orders. Sheila, always predictable, chose the shrimp and chicken. Todd decided on the salmon, which made Sheila’s nose crinkle a bit.
“I guess I should have known.” said Todd. His tears remained for the car.
(after bruce covey)
iceberg: crisphead, $20 dollar call-girls make magic swivel stars sugar
endive: with cellophane aeroplanes one two three fork, sold!
romaine: romantic filler fellow, now at the bottom forever
cabbage: en francais chou chou and maybe me and you too
spinach: repent and be saved or else sex therapy with apples and garlic
red leaf/ green leaf: always quarrelling over the meaning of absolutes- everything, nothing
II. in between
III. out of between
This summer will be ann sexton without the tragedy
ee cummings but a bit longer
is this my ars poetica>
I would say the poem should be a painting
jump off the page, no reading involved
just words as pictures
and negative space.
la la la BANG
didn’t anticipate that.
so unexpected. extemporaneous.
but in the end,
fits like a cast
[where is plath and that little bird? prefer her prose\
this summer is noses and cheeks
I’ll say it again: in between.
I want red wine on balconies
and his hands all up my skirt.
too blunt? that’s not poetica.
all up my skirt. all. up.