Wife’s Disaster Manual (Poetry Rec): Recovering Lot’s Wife from the Wreckage of Sodom
When the forsaken city starts to burn,
after the men and children have fled,
stand still, silent as prey, and slowly turn
i made liking Sylvia Plath into a personality
When the forsaken city starts to burn,
after the men and children have fled,
stand still, silent as prey, and slowly turn
O sun,
centre of our foolish dance,
burning heart of stone,
molten mother of us all,
hear me and have pity.
Animal femurs
ascribed to saints
when I lift my arms to reach a vase,
she extends both ligaments up to yawn
in the sterile light of our father’s home.
I tore from a limb fruit that had lost its green.
My hands were warmed by the heat of an apple
Fire red and humming.
“my child asked me if I knew who I was. And I said, yes, I am the speed at which particles collide.”
All of a Sudden
In this darkness it didn’t matter who they were, or where they stood. Only that they were human.
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