Monthly Archives: February 2015

After Paul Klee’s “Flower Myth”

Fireflies alight in trees/through song, frogs’ tangential night calls/
& the lightning quiets the lawn/rain to kiss your skin

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She lets the scorpion crawl/on her face, rest on her lips,/
would you call this/ a kiss

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The cardinals, sky-stuck,/touch pale taupe breast to pale taupe/
breast/tap piqued red beak/to beak, brown-winged, red-/mouthed, 
you would never/say they kissed

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a woman wears white on her brown skin/blush-red
beads, a blood-red flower/kisses her nightfallen-
black hair

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2 bodies, nude , form an entryway;/he would rather turn
away/than risk his arm kissing a stranger’s torso

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Hydraulic Jack drives on the freshly-mosquito-hatched/grass: 
earth-caked tires/foot-formed grass

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We each rush to marry/our eye to viewfinders/photograph 
the fox/and her kits; no one asks/about the father

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The crows call one to the other/landscape a black-streaked sky/
a danger call, fox on the ground

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What did the bird do before it had convenience/of wire?
Where could it sit & observe/branch-free, sky’s often transfigured,
cloudy lines?

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A murder of crows slice the sky;/they can lead you to death or/
water or/me; how do you see them

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Something in the cardinal’s DNA/causes it to shrink/from human 
engagement watch/the female chirp warning calls: girl/at table, 
feeder fifteen feet/away, stay away

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An insect I can’t name/ kisses my thumb,/from base to tip before/falling 

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A walk through the fields to find/the fox, her cubs, instead, 
mosquitoes;/my legs now blazed with after shocks

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Hydraulic Jack’s daughter named her calf/
Dum-Dum/when I call Dum-Dum (hey there Dum-Dum!)/
I get a tail switch, a sour/eye, I put my hand out/for a kiss

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& somehow it has come to this: I have given language/ 
to animals

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Why has the black snake forsaken me?

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It is after 7/the horses, she says, are braying/for me, 
for my hand holding/carrot, apple, a wrist open/
for a soft bite

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I show you where the horse has taken my body/in 
his mouth: here, here, & here: wrist, elbow, &/forearm; 
I want your thoughts/to kiss this longing

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I’m wearing a skirt, red, your bruise wears/your arms, a red 
patch, a short-skirt, your eye/on my legs, my eye on your/arm, 
both bruised, fleshy, hot/beneath the gaze

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The fly knocks against the window/again & again & /your
name in my mind/knocking

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His fingers, the guitars six strings, one thrum, over/& over, 
the same haunted stream; now watch us/vibrate, feet kissing
the air

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The horses braying again/for half the moon to cool/their heat-stricken backs/we
gaze at the stars undressing the night sky

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The fireflies alight in the grass, turn/the world upside down/
stars alight in the grass/lightning in the emptied pool’s deep end/
Whose light?

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-Metta Sama

https://www.ted.com/talks/morgana_bailey_the_danger_of_hiding_who_you_are#t-169262

Animal/Anima

all of us     all but us     only

(but not us) the mammals     or only

us: animal in us     or only

the male of us:     brute

no animals     in the Bible

only beasts     as  of the field

not us:     it says    breathed

into     in our image     of the dust

anima breath     to anima

soul     but all animals

breathe the     same     one

long song     the same     air

-Martha Collins

http://monoskop.org/images/6/66/Klee_Paul_On_Modern_Art.pdf