the consumptive type in novels maybe
(I have been her
kind)
but I’m thinking more like
girl with guitar
who made your mother
fully human when
you raided
her record crate
let six tomatoes dry in the sun
take a pinch of every condiment in the
fridge door that hasn’t turned
do a headstand or imagining is just as good
refresh your feed six times then chant the
first six words of the top post six times
brings health to those who’ve healed us
find a star
lacking that
a satellite
lacking that
close your eyes
the only way out is in
rule of breath & water
& sad songs that burn
beside you till one day
you get up from that rock
The Lovers (VI):
the myths are gone, and in their place a pink geometry
Opening Bulfinch’s Myths
of Greece & Rome I found a hot pink brochure from the long-closed
feminist bookstore
“… rising up … returning …”
notes from the art museum, names of works plus
“you won’t know which one till
you’ve been to them all”
ticket stubs and the itinerary I’d changed twelve years ago
so we’d have six more days of summer before I flew back to LA— (I just
got back from LA)
“direction—anywhere
non-transferrable”
Anything can become a myth
Anyone can become a heroine
“To her health”
Amazing! Will try it! Get well, Joni. Get well, all of us heroines.
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