Bite-sized Poetry Workshop at the Mountain West Arts Conference
May 13, 2010
Thank you to Rob Carney
a bead of wet energy at my hairline
on time
a moist energy jungle
tingle from the toes
warm on the spine
fuzzy cupie mayonnaise bottle
I slough off the bedding
always 6ft off the ground
maybe only a few inches
ginger soft skin under my nails
on target
--
I offered him a glass
limes drip sweet cream
cherubs feeding the elderly of the everglades
it still tastes sour to me
rind thin between my fingers
I am stronger form the knees down
I rush into loving the veins of his arms
he moves without creasing his plants
the neck of his black shirt twists
In this weather I am always wet behind the ears
sour fruit is all seeds
