You are a shadow—
half beast in the forest of meditative sway, candle scented wax man.
You are a melting shade, she cools in fan speed,.
All you hear are frogs— you are
unsaid and refuse to fade.
Here stands a woman before you,
cherry flavored as a hotbox—
you didn’t know her when she beckoned
when other men were loved and lovers.
Ursa & Cub
They turn your cheek pale
blue of eye soft & loveliest,
face forced in pillows stab lines singing yellow.
You would braid your hair, once, exactly how men see your womb.
Fat plaits meant you will be good,
thin ones meant you will worry him.
He becomes dandelion buttering the bottom of your chin
your babies just white seeds blowing away.