Crooked Woman

Against a white-hot sky,

her dried apple of a body

bends over a naked man

swarming with insects.

I am human, I am alive,

he calls soundlessly.

In answer, she sings a hymn

of heat and charity.

–excerpt from “Crooked Woman” in Chasing the Saints (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2008). First published in Common Ground Review.

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