Books
Poetry/Lyrics
Essays
Trapeze Twins
My sister, mechanic, cake-fist must be ten
tons of gravity gray sucked
to settee mould like a blank
mange sad no music can move her
nut-crack sugar-plum plié grease
taste the envy between
my slow rungs pulled
daintily
up
to
a new
dimension
to swim in swan waif curls
in angel spirals of snow celeste
afloat
aswim
and
caught
in honeyed rasp
by my partner's limb
and backwards
in cycle
of
tick
tock
hickory
romance.
My twin, down-to-earth
cranks the engine.
United by torque.
|
