I burned I burned I burned
I walked home burning and heavy
burning with unrequited anger
heavy from the words that weighed me down
heavy from words that lay like
lead in my stomach
heavy and hot from anger and words
that could not be loosened to fly
free unabated from my tongue
because you would not listen
because I could not say them
I looked down at the crumbled sidewalk
these slabs of pavement
forced between the legs of mother earth
even as the raped mother
claimed the pavement
her green fingers growing
between the cracks
driving them apart
the raping pavement
inviting me to it
a cool inviting lover
and I burned I burned I burned
I felt too heavy to walk home
sidewalk inviting me to lay my
heavy burning body upon it
to lay on its cool surface
inundating my heat with cool
supporting the weight of words
I could not carry
Lay down lay down lay down
you burning heavy thing
and I wanted so to lay down
on cool pavement nestled
on the pubic hairs of mother earth
and how I burned
stumbling home beneath the weight
of words I could not carry
because I cannot say them
because you will not listen
and how I burned with them
knowing if I lay my head
I would not rise again.
On the Occasion of Attending
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.