Hives

Not

far from now and not far from here

you will look for ways to surrender.

"Each time my heart is broken

it makes me more adventurous" O'Hara wrote.

But all lies, are at best,

inaccurate statements. So this month,

another one without intercourse,

when a red moon came to me in that movie about a fist,

and me, caught licking the salt from walls and

measuring the water line from last years flood,

I drifted back to childhood tea parties.

The ones where the grownups stood and sipped

pretend air from tiny cups

as if grace could be imagined however extreme

and love, unsure of it's rightful task. Then I had a kid.

Trembling. Slippery but loyal

who sat with her legs crossed below her

reaching up with those same empty cups

of tea. Beloved:

Soon the interminable heavens will give

back it's angels to the death walk first intended.

And we dumb-a*s Americans

will think them either bees or

Martians and stay in our

hive homes.

Reviews

[Emily B]

Perfection. It took my breath. Beautiful work.

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dear love. Happy holidays to you and yours.....Miss you madly....dana

[Emily B]

much love, dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i remember Bridge Club with my parents...and cocktail parties and all of that pretentious, shallow conversation..ugh..

great quote from Frank O"hara...one of my favorite Beat poets...he had such a fascination for Lana Turner----in the end the Honey will sour and yes, we will think them Bees should not have attacked Sylvia...after all she cared for them...and those aliens...we will finally believe and Muldur will be so happy...

[h d e rushin]

thank you dearest jacob. Frank was one of my favorites also.....lived too hard and died way, way too young. Thanks for your insight my friend....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and what a weird accident that killed him.