whisper something holy

….

, some oyster-gray wind
merely be
-witched by the luscious
sweet of a plum(e),
the dust of a kiss.

clumsy as I am
(the worms know better),
there’s a madman in my
smile, and our drool is id
-entical.

so far,
i have tried
electroshock therapy,
Skeezix strips
and ice cubes
melting like the virgin mary

but this little piggy
(hand, hand, fingers,
thumb)

has been to market
one too many times;
this far and wee wee wee
all the way home
has grown old. i am a
squaw with unintended
signals. i am a wandering
soul, waiting. i am a wand.

 

 

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2 Responses to whisper something holy

  1. Shawna says:

    You’ve moved me deeply with this. It’s playful and fun, but it’s also horrifyingly close to home. This is quivering-in-a-corner good.

    “there’s a madman in my smile, and our drool is id-entical”
    “i am a squaw with unintended signals”

    Incredible ending. Incredible poem.

  2. Let us pray for this poor lost soul. I imagined this to be a narrative from beyond – and yes, we should first whisper something holy in order to counteract the lack of holy of this poor soul.
    By the way, I love the phrase “oyster-gray wind” – just the idea that the wind could have different colors! And then: “the dust of a kiss.”

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