(for Shelley Lubben) By girl I mean the one on the curb, a girl resolved into a dew: with ketchup for blood, who’d tried dying to walk like a tawny almond- eyed porn star maxing out in mid-teen, & hoping to get dad to see her instead of Him-- she who'd left thru the front door According to some text (of Kinsey's, say) as prescribed, a waspy-eyed kid is a prelude to wing to joy: a mostly forested night to start in because from the start this girl was already a pure joy of dangling white ringlets, lip gloss, deepening hips and walk
(heaven sunk into the gunk of love!) She was always a slew of powdery mouths, cute with eyes each aptly adored -- a girl with a pink cross Ah, but there's a growing sylva of them, & they'll slip out thru the front door
(2012)
