St. Francis School Of The Deaf

St. Francis School Of The Deaf 4/6

The girl sits on the end of the slide
away from the other kids

Her eyes closed staring at the sun
wrapping her arms around herself
and rocking -

I have just been showered
in pure white cherry blossoms
that speckled the sidewalk
like dribbled paint

And I cannot feel the warmth
of this early April sun on my skin
My phone rings -

And the girl turns to look at me
deep brown and gold

Infix

This poem is obvious in its sexiness.

I like to think of it as actually being about peeling an orange.


Infix 4/19

Pebbled skin, waxen and orange
The brown spot, softer
press fingers in, entering.

Sexual orange?

Pulling pith, dry cotton space
between lips
juice, pulpy parts, on tongue.

The tearing of fingers
into soft skin, pressing.
Rind like metal, like rubbing.

Not so sexual, sensual?
A rusty serration on my thumb.