“She was territory and words occupied her.” — Jeanette Winterson
Contrived as a self-portrait
& captured in landscape mode,
diamonds rest at her throat.
Lips split wide enough to connect
in rapture of majestic glare.
Caged, he filled negative space.
To steal a line:
the crowd’s a rapacious beast
Starlings sang from burnt trees —
songs misinterpreted as warnings.
Ecstasy migrates inward.
Cities bend to western light
when a sun rises full & tender.
In ascension, fireworks sound blue.
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line from Silkworm. “Tarnished Angel,” Firewater (1996)
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