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Lattice:
we should not be broken
into segments of lines.
my memories of you:
the small and strong coils of snow pea vines
crawl toward something to hold on to
carefully i planted them with plenty of space between,
though the whole plot is the garden i dreamed
fruit- legumes- nighshades the red lit room
we shared in..........sigh........-filled rest.
Somehow seven seasons did not affect
the way that tiny tendril thought to
slowly curl around my naked torso and
into my chest.
My ribs are your lattice
My heart is concealed by your green absence-
Leaves! Again and Again
and doesn't say when
he'll return.
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Within and Without Me
She breathed into me while I was sleeping in your womb.
Forgive me, Mother, for I have sinned.
I emerged singing melodies!
The herald
The arrival
of an irreconcilable duality.
tune before words-and-the same in reverse. At the same time but not together.
Grey matter
Both black or white.
The message was shrouded with habit and century seventeen.
A whispered while of words down a funnel of time
to the drum
beat in my ear-
the rhythm was impending!
and chose
to express Itself above my silence.
And how the sound resonates against the stretched taught skin!
the chain the words the song ongoing
unsung. proverbial. incluse.
The gear- fixed- broken- did not stop the chain.
The whet of Sor Juana beckoned the rain in and out of season,
Though I did not know her
then She spoke to me in a quiet prose revealed under a curious Colombian cloud.
the chain the words the song ongoing
Dear Sister,
I emerged singing melodies! in tiny drops
Trickling through rests and beating the notes.
A page rolled into a funnel caught the grey stained smog rain
more black than white- though it became impossible to separate the two
undecided at which would be named what.
the light felt more impending in its silence
and the dark with all its noises told the truth
Approaching the answer While
withdrawing the question.
The gear was fixed! and broken.
How could she have known? Her last breath was exhaled- and then
The same heavy laden chest rose again!
and that very same breath
Would enter me cunningly- while the conceiving of manwomankind
was fecund- abreast with Sor Juana's torn colonial curtain.
we should not be broken
into segments of lines.
my memories of you:
the small and strong coils of snow pea vines
crawl toward something to hold on to
carefully i planted them with plenty of space between,
though the whole plot is the garden i dreamed
fruit- legumes- nighshades the red lit room
we shared in..........sigh........-filled rest.
Somehow seven seasons did not affect
the way that tiny tendril thought to
slowly curl around my naked torso and
into my chest.
My ribs are your lattice
My heart is concealed by your green absence-
Leaves! Again and Again
and doesn't say when
he'll return.
========================================
Within and Without Me
She breathed into me while I was sleeping in your womb.
Forgive me, Mother, for I have sinned.
I emerged singing melodies!
The herald
The arrival
of an irreconcilable duality.
tune before words-and-the same in reverse. At the same time but not together.
Grey matter
Both black or white.
The message was shrouded with habit and century seventeen.
A whispered while of words down a funnel of time
to the drum
beat in my ear-
the rhythm was impending!
and chose
to express Itself above my silence.
And how the sound resonates against the stretched taught skin!
the chain the words the song ongoing
unsung. proverbial. incluse.
The gear- fixed- broken- did not stop the chain.
The whet of Sor Juana beckoned the rain in and out of season,
Though I did not know her
then She spoke to me in a quiet prose revealed under a curious Colombian cloud.
the chain the words the song ongoing
Dear Sister,
I emerged singing melodies! in tiny drops
Trickling through rests and beating the notes.
A page rolled into a funnel caught the grey stained smog rain
more black than white- though it became impossible to separate the two
undecided at which would be named what.
the light felt more impending in its silence
and the dark with all its noises told the truth
Approaching the answer While
withdrawing the question.
The gear was fixed! and broken.
How could she have known? Her last breath was exhaled- and then
The same heavy laden chest rose again!
and that very same breath
Would enter me cunningly- while the conceiving of manwomankind
was fecund- abreast with Sor Juana's torn colonial curtain.