269.
So much I’d say to you if you were
here
but far away I just keep talking
who knows how much the wind will
carry
just don’t get married the dark words
need you for their own
sweet child of so many mothers
know me as your elder sister
sistrums in our hands and coronets
above
we are the only licensed worshippers
adoring shadows of the gods we are
size is a true story and pace is
beauty
density of thought a thick saliva
sweetish
wets your lips so you can speak the
secret word.
270.
Roads reeds spines dawn wind lives
inside us
I speak for all of us since I speak
alone
you laughed at me across the laundry
room
what more does a story need to be
green patterned dress folded on the
floor
everything we do together is therapy
use me use me we’ll both be clean
how real does it have to be before it
is
the pattern was small white flowers
as if spring could take off its
clothes still not be naked
it was all about sorting the wash by hand
it was all about waking up at last.
