Elena

CHEW

In Archive on February 23, 2012 at 9:59 am

Root rot has taken over

And the lemons won’t fill this year

The oval leaves curl, bow

Plugged and stiff

As the light leaks and algae takes

The smell of bloom

The spit

 

And below, the browned hairs

In this soil soup

Bind – while the bark beetle

landlocked

grinds on horned

FLOOD

In Archive on February 20, 2012 at 11:57 pm

Let in the letting

See the see

Place of many trees

 

The dead forget us and

We forget the dead

 

The soil muscular

The grass leather

One above one below

One hosts one intrudes

They delight in the cycle

The feeding

They breed

FRIDA III

In Archive on February 21, 2010 at 12:48 am

“Things are not as they appear to be.

Nor as they don’t appear to be.”

– Frida Kahlo

I create you to give you

color so you can paint -

paint us, an idea of us

more detailed

than our locked reality

 

I am the artery

You are the earth

The stink as arteries

thorn into earth

And I make it so –

I make it so accessible

 

A nip, a snip

Tissue of rock

Spiney teeth

Toothless spine

The love of my body

beating away –

miscarrying its way to you

 

Its seed bearing

sweetspot – overlapping spirals -

The resin runs round me

as it runs

out

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