October chill, but not now
her unexplored body like a
unraised objection withers
in the silence, the dead
rise from their beds as funeral vines
winding over stones, through cotton
no more utility
in their dry tongues
they will not touch
their domestic steps
move apart, she cannot
hold the lord of exits and is left
where she was felled, dainty as
a white-bellied petal underfoot
into the microphone, pink
in ASMR valentine, a wispy
stimulus, the other woman
lightly scraping shelled nails
across a dry palm leaf, she squeezes
her coin purse into the king’s ear
we hum the fruit of what
it all amounted to
Happy to have a few poems up at Rabbitbrush: A Literary Journal for Outsiders, Been a while since I had anything published for general public consumption outside of my little ol' blog :)
Be sure to check out their first issue.
Thank you Rabbitbrush!
snarling, smiling, human and non
and one leaf saying why must I be
yellow or green, dress me up
in cell phone blue, let me giggle
on a popcorn beach or befriend
geodes bathing in soapy lava
or let me nap on the tail of Godzilla
Azul, be careful who you listen to
some will say leaves are always green
and Godzilla doesn’t exist in poetry
but, here we are, a continent away
screwing up our eyes to see
the monster in your tree
and the world
trembling at his feet
