that-girl

before I get any nookie

I do my own hair. Plat it up like wild lettuce

in that non-Euclidean beehive.

strut about the house in that satisfied

dipper of the zodiac; a woman holding

a spike of grain.

Thinking, oh, so this is what is meant when

they say "see you later"?/ they never

return to fall into a sphere of morals or ethics.

They touch the back of your neck with course

hairs you think the foal takes, refusing

apple slices. Just saying.

The rest, (all the rest) they push

inside you until you walk the hallways,

wide-legged  polyploid as if the mountain

has narrowed for the cat with

the crushed back.

Yet, the projects i'm

making now for the Black doll quilt club

will be mostly made from the scraps

of fabric I already have.

You should see my basket of

fondants and pleasure.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

great perspective...you write equally well from the male or female perspective...i like to write poems from the female perspective myself...but don't do them this well...

she wants more, but she knows there won't be a whole lot more than that touch on the back of the neck...but sooner or later, relationships are just scraps...and that back breaks...

[K. Louis]

Dynamic - thats the word that comes to mind when I read your work.

[Laura Lynn]

wow, your hair is like lettuce, wild! so many interesting lines, I need to start writing like this again, there's a lot of sexy ideas in many of these lines, great poem!

[h d e rushin]

we need eachother around here....thanks wk and happy holidays. dana

[W.k.kortas]

Somewhat (but only somewhat, one reckons) playful look at the mask and the we and the wheeeeee! That fourth stanza is just absolutely pitch-perfect. Just saying, indeed.