from Osteospermum

What if just once you parted to the dark,

wearing pearls in your eyes,

letting your sex overflow in androgynous night,

lying back to catch in your opened cup

drops of starfire from Polaris?

Become flesh.

Stroke the possum under the rose.

Listen for the fox in the hedge.

Stir with the night wind that hides in the hydrangea.

Open your little skeletal self,

let your fragile beaded mysteries surprise

the radar of a bat

–excerpt from “Osteospermum” in Jumping Off the Train (Orchard House Press 2007). First published in Spoon River Poetry Review.


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