'Can I Read You My New Poem?'
from Landmark Series PT 1
She sat on the floor having lost her patience the linoleum and pattern of her cloth15th century mediums reprinted
on her dress. Studied and
having lost her patience
Glass high heels and (awareness of technology)
gravel. Embedded. in shifted Auras.
Culturally Hybrid Landmarks
in her memory. Circling the Hurricane’s.
Putting fellow inmates on pedestals.
We are her red wine vaguely
filled with doubt. And a cellphone.
A glacier mop, back off, a swath across
the solidarity, the hectic, interconnected wreckage.
With Caterpillars and Lady Bugs
coming out from under the refrigerator
ordinary stardust from unshaven legs,
a print out of 3 maps. Transparent replicas
of new contact lenses.
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