dear poetess

Dear Poetess

Young poetess cross your arms:

Little girl and boredom sit with their cheeks flushed from wind

Whipped fresh in their worries as they begin

To deep crease virgin skin

These are your day’s young fairy

These your nights

Listening within the cricket songs

When you worried you might die

Bud breasts breeding worms

Feeling them hatching strait there ‘neath the skin

Twisting at images of healthy bone and flesh

The agonies began

“I will touch cold ground

I will eat dirt

Worm filled”

Daddy will Leave Poetess:

Daddy left. Not there. Anymore. You can’t remember.

There in a mass of blond tangles

Blue eyed foreign

A stranger. Came to say hello

Do you want to run and dance away from him,

back out to the rush of your hills and grass?

Do not answer.

you

Did. And so did he. Forever

But daddy there

Who is

Seated

With you

He feels like you

You know his brown eyes

Wishing

Love me daddy.

See me.

See me.

See me

Sometimes he sees you

Sometimes he loves you

You could swear

Through what is there pointing to the sky

his words safe embraces

As you shiver in the dark air

These are the stars

That you will question dear

The rest of your nights

He gave you this

The Dreams hold answers Poetess:

They ate you and jeered against your pretty nightgowns

Your freshly bathed skin white and powdered

You screamed

Away from him and his blood

His breath death of terror

let your head rest

they come through doors and windows and alley

As folly enters hearts ; as babes enter life

Slick and wet

Aghast

Catch yourself

And suckle at the tit of that self

These are your treasures dear poetess

These are your gems

Trust their pushes

That was then Poetess:

You told it to the notebooks

Velvet clinches

He loved you as you rocked together after

Wanting to crawl up into each others skin and wear it

And roll

Smiling

As a hound in death

Or feces

You rocked each other into meaning

And life

And you gave it

This is now Poetess:

They paint your eyes merry

And crushed

As you painted theirs

Exclaimed in arms

Or pain

They rip for you

Shear with you

Their pain. Yours. You carry

It heavy sway back.

Easing you will know

It is there

Is has been

Now it is your elemental dance

rawness aired

Feel it through you breasts and womb dear poetess

Taste it all your days

January 2010