Stigmata
You are the one. Solid the spaces lean on, envious.
You are the baby in the barn
-Sylvia Plath
wring wires to the metal pole slub your thrust forward sting elegies wash your body in lavender you lost Nepali amber it burned against your throat haze country choice you can always see the slide cracking fat when skin ignites look straight into your margins study fish migrations their bloody gilt pile snow deep swim out into the frozen gully absent cardinal movements dispose of letters home balance your checkbook fold laundry dark/light therethere Nicholas the tender knot
4 comments:
Wow. I love the images and the sounds. (Oh and the photo is stunning)
Oh, it flows perfectly with Nicholas in there. Glad to see it, Beth.
xo
I love that painting. It brought to mind the beginning line (lines) from Wallace Steven’s The Comedian as the Letter C.
Nota: man is the intelligence of his soil,
The sovereign ghost. As such, the Socrates
Of snails, musician of pears, principium
And lex.
Thank you, Marta
R-forever grateful.
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