NaPoWriMo 2014 #16

art by Marjory Woodbury, circa 1922

goddess librarian stockings, moorings, slip and away…

her minion uteruses

wanted equal footing

the PSA seemed to say

the background tv land

is a fuzzy noise

some kind of corner

stoned mason jar

example

catalogued and stored

here barker

cornered fare

aware

I was

a ware

she arranged the table

in cartography tricks

ease pulse dynamics

of finger strengths

and trigger pulled quicks

she felt me

she said

when I knelt

being dealt

the cards

I remembered

having faces

I already knew

buy bide imbibe

seek tribal impunity

become estranged

from kindness

be willing to pay

for ignorance

sometimes

use books

as doorstops

and remember

to tell me

to tell you to

turn off the lights

turn up the heat and

dream in oscillations 

between the roots

of your madness and me

stop for a bit

just to smile 

ask me

if I ever noticed

how many ways there were

to read each part

of the dark inside us

how each tactile bloom

is a sound

a language

time wants

to count with

you said

stop talking

we both agreed

eyes were why

we crawled thirsty

dance tonguing knowledge

spun bowsprit to rain

why we trusted scent

when we had empty pockets

old shoes and a few books

tucked under our arms

we hadn't yet read

EJR ©