The force that through the green fuse
drives the flower/ is my destroyer…
I cover myself in grey; the color
Washes out of my hair. My teeth
Become old bone chips in a mouth
Sugar has long invaded.
My flesh pales; I spread out
into my old cotton body rags
I cannot stand the sight of myself
Is eating me alive
My right leg puffs and swells
The knee off to one side, the repair failed
And I go through the world pushing
An aluminum cage in front of me; I lean
Into the very wind.
I tease myself:
Not enough plums,
That I once burned
red Italian shoes?
Let me keep on
A little longer
Let me forget
That each hour
I drag myself to shore
Unisexed in oilcloth
I take to the air in undulant cries
I send an obligato over dark fields
Song my home, this
Body, in freefall
contrail in the dusk.
copyright Jenne’ R. Andrews 2010