This was no mythic creature
but a goddess beautiful and terrible,
her skin silver and wet
as she combed her platinum locks.
Her steely eyes chilled his heart
as the fisherman dropped his net
disturbing her moment of solitude
on the white sands of his island.
Her movement was quick and fluid
like water in motion and
he shaded his eyes from the gleam
of her serpentine tail.
Her laughter was all around him
as she shimmered into the crystalline depths
to frolic with her sisters
and dine on the rich blood of fish.
The Suicide of Dorothy Hale
She stood transfixed on the balcony
gazing over the ledge at
the city bellowing below, teeming
with treachery and life.
As she leapt through this
makeshift portal to eternity
her hair fanned out, its strands
glimmering from reflected neon light.
Her limbs scattered as she dropped
and tumbled like a child's rag-doll,
rolling and flopping in the night air
like flower petals in the breeze.
She seemed more broken than dead
her pleasing face untouched and frozen
while her bones shattered and
fragmented on the unforgiving pavement.
Once, a therapist showed me a chart
of the upper and lower intestines
diseased and distended from
years of laxative abuse.
I’m telling you this because
of all the times you said
Pretty in the cradle means
Ugly at the table.
My belly has its own orbit
of lovers who circle like
the three suns of Kelt-4Ab
I am the hot Jupiter
I am a planet made of cake
sweet dense creamy
with frosting to make one swoon.
I have the teeth marks to prove it.
My hips and breasts are asteroids
their trajectory knows no boundaries
outside of gravity and the fullness
of the Universe. My purview
is a constellation. I am called hot tomato/
Goddess / siren / curvy
Buxom / shapely / voluptuous
and those who grab on don’t let go.
I want to be at the Mermaid Cafe
in that Joni Mitchell song
baking in the African sun
dust up in my clothing
not sitting at this desk
where the heat is up too high
and I bake in this sweater as
my skirt rides up
and my tights itch like sand
but I might as well be here
for I have no freaks or soldiers
to drink with.