Women
slap midday pavement in their sandals,
dressed in swimsuits in an assortment of sizes at the hot spring.
Two eleven-year olds sport zero curves, run soupy mud
onto their tiny thighs.
dressed in swimsuits in an assortment of sizes at the hot spring.
Two eleven-year olds sport zero curves, run soupy mud
onto their tiny thighs.
I dive
for a hammock with a hat slung low on my forehead
from under which I can still spy
the ample hourglasses of souls, and I speculate
from under which I can still spy
the ample hourglasses of souls, and I speculate
what
they do in other days.
One with
a face flat and broad, skillet of knowledge,
I imagine flown in from an ancient island. Here
she absent-mindedly rubs her partner’s neck just at the hairline.
I imagine flown in from an ancient island. Here
she absent-mindedly rubs her partner’s neck just at the hairline.
My
mother dog paddles in an iron-infused pool out of reach.
Her white
hair accentuates her blue eyes and suit. She looks over
toward me and sighs. Submerges up to her shoulders.
toward me and sighs. Submerges up to her shoulders.
Two new arrivals
are painted. One butterfly tattoo etched
across a chest with wings that seem to flutter above a line of stretchy lycra.
across a chest with wings that seem to flutter above a line of stretchy lycra.
One
thousand eyes in this damp span of moth wings
wet with
mountain runoff. Another’s thigh wrapped with ink garter.
Trees spring from her waist, toast shoulder blades. Thumbnail spinning wheels
Trees spring from her waist, toast shoulder blades. Thumbnail spinning wheels
surround
ripple-laced ankles.
We meet
for a moment, then come apart.
Down the road, lavender farm and crumbling chapel.
Down the road, lavender farm and crumbling chapel.
Turquoise
dresses for sale hang disembodied in front of the general store.
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