01 March 2010


Maternal 3/1

See this body - see that it is a piece of paper
a glowing light box - ink artery

Fold each end inwards and make a crane of me
a leaping frog - if skilled - a dragon

Make a hat and protect yourself from rain - let
words melt down into late-night mascara owl eyes

Roll me into a tube - telescope me
let my body become a frame for yours


  1. Anonymous1/3/10 21:51

    Are your poems reflective of the weather/season they're written in at all?

  2. The short answer is 'sometimes'. Like Letter from a few days ago. It's about the lilac buds in the Brooklyn Botanic garden. This poem is more inspired by the word 'Maternal'.