Monday, December 30, 2013

Snapshot Summer (A Poem)


The stars unhinge themselves
A thousand candelabras,
Celestial explosion across
City swimming pools
And the love-struck
Irises of June,
Girls in their upturned toes,
The time of year when
Trees become me,
Quick as a cipher
In my jeans and books.
Manifesto of fiction,
I climb behind the eyes
Of Ginsberg and Poe,
A grinning has-been
Of the hall closet
Where I sew my girlhood
Into the frilly shelf,
A place of purity
Where baby dreams once slept,
Back before the sins
Of summer dipped
My dainty hands into
What it was to be
A woman well-read,
A woman that could stand
Before a crowd of thirty,
Unashamed the make-believe
Breast exam, the twenty minute speech,
Psychosis and cancer,
Nor the night before,
Books on the floor,
So many strange grasps
From a strange girl,
Her touch a perfect defection
Of my then-Christian fingers,
Her boyish curls
For treading fingers,

A perfect way to drown.

3 comments:

  1. Not all is lost for this once innocent girl. She may yet recover a sense of purity...

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  2. Always a pleasure...a thousand candelabras...oh that's nice...

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  3. Wow - beautiful. Perfect last line!

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