My Aunt Refused to Cook It
out back to look
at the dead fawn in the shed
rigored and spotted
on its back
legs bent in
the air as if
striding as if about
to leap
no bigger
than their irish setter
her dad my uncle
had shot
that baby
an accident
and brought
it home
on purpose
why?
didn't want
to waste
the meat
cousin said
i made that week
for uncle
seven mouths
to feed but
fawn meat
we girls vowed
not to eat
and went to sleep
on hunger strike
that left him
livid
A Covenant People
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| Image by Marthalsermon Art |
Inspired by and snipped from Isaiah 49:8-15
What My Friend Did a Few Months Later
she took a picture of him to the bar on their wedding anniversary
on the chair beside her
ordered sausage pizza
two glasses of chianti
did her best
not to cry
the bar man who had known them both and wouldn't
let her pay lifted the other glass
to hers in honor
of the day
late afternoon
patio
perfect weather day
a marTINY in hand
because I can never
finish
a whole one
and
an owl
right there
in the neighbor's
just leafing
pin oak
bwohoohoohoo
spring serenade
oh! i am ever
yours
sipping from
your perfect
hands
what
your hands
have made
you will know me by that scent
announcing itself across the rangy desert
petrichor and gin creosote sage
you will know me by what i drag
through dirt the bundle of busted up beliefs
wrapped in wishes tied
with fraying rope
air pulsing rumble breath wannabe thunder
more moan more E flat blues
you will know me by the longing
i summon in you
to be shaped
how i shape you so you can't say
who wanted you this way first
rode hard hung up
beautiful
argent blue etched against night sky
every shape of you
bejeweled
lavish drops longing still unmeasured
you
all my treasure
possum got her babies in her pocket
say marsupial, soup soup supial
possum got her babies on her back
and in in her pocket, nobody
gonna knock it cause they all get around
and black outer space got folks in a rocket
coming down coming down
from the dark side of the moon
coming down
to where the possum got her babies
all up in her pocket say marsupial
soup soup supial say
Say What?
my husband insists i watch the dog play volleyball
not AI he says too uneven but hella cute
black border collie nosing the ball over a regulation net or
right above his teammate's hands for the set up we assume
the human is the collie's both marvelous &
hot & hunky in speedos canine teammate telepathic limber & lithe
alert to ball descending the leap airborne dark shadow twirling
dervish dreaming
