In Search of Her Own
when it's all over but the fundamental crying & our elbows begin to bitch slap themselves in accordance with the law, i will cocoon myself in knit jersey & dove shampoo while fan blades roar quizzically emit wind kisses & word limps, rinse the static of you from my body where i
held took ate slept breathed dreamt collected wore was you.
when the insurrection comes--primitively, tribally, stationing its screaming self underneath my fingernails, i will wrap my body in the eclipse of the moon in the epitome of fetish in a hallelujah dress in growling girl attire in plain jane fancy, hold a berry breath &
catapult
into the revolution.
when it arrives, safely inside the lining of my belly & this body begins to gestate--meticulously, beautifully, while giving up marrow & moving, i will unhinge my hips stutter all over myself spread wall to wall plastic & swell until the mumbles words syllables spit scream at my feet & then
coo.
because i am soft like that mad like that passionate like that breathing learning living dying growing trusting loving moving seeing feeling fucking sensing wanting waiting inviting
becoming
a silver maple sprouting in clusters chocolate mint growing in circles sweet basil coming up in wild clumps of palliation
a mad poetic woman
who once loved a boy and left his tremors in search of her own. |