Salt and Longingpansies, pensées, senses.thoughts— a bouquet of violets,a violence of violets.voile,voice, voices on my radio.radio waves, waves on the beach head,brain head. my bullying brain carried off by the tidal bore.how many times will you acceptmy ungenerous impulseto control your voice. my unvoiced vowels.after frustration, incoherence.incandescent syntax of fury.wrath: such a pretty word for …
Author Archives: lara
Praise Dream
Praise Dream I praise the dream world where black is now pinkand navy blue never appearsexcept in the delicate shells of tiny bivalves.A world where men dreambut women dream harderbecauseit is harder to bear life new life than the same old life.We dream harder and more often. We do not lock our dreams into nightgowns.We …
A Girl
A Girl A girl knows it is best, in the summer,to be out in the alleybefore morning coffeebrings her mother’s grievancesinto clear focus. A girl hides behind a camelliabush waiting breathlesslyfor her best friend’s brotherwho will laterdrop a spider down the back of her shirt. A girl can be bought off for two quarters and …
under the heat dome
under the heat domethere is a Siamese catcrossing the alley.he used to be my catbut he lives with some other woman now.the moon is also a cat—round-faced, old-fashioned, talkative.this moon-cat follows mefrom room to roomas I wanderin the mid-night.heat soaks into my body;curls under my diaphragm; tries to suffocate me.she finds me in my chairnestles …
Ginger
GingerAt the Palacio Municipal, you can pay outstanding parking ticketswith counterfeit 20 dollar billsand frayed-edged loteria cards.I keep La Sirena for myselfand go out into the rain with only a paper umbrella to keep the ghosts out of my ears.They get in anyway.In the squarethe Independence Youth Orchestraplays waltzes for your wristwatch that keepstime backwards …