Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Sanctus



She was already dead, you see.

She did it just to get away

From the heavyness of men in their certainty

And the brittle, tight smiles of efficient women.


She could mine as much love from a wall or a rock,

So she lay down in the gentle earth

And whispered to the roots of violets in the moonlight.


But sometimes,

When young girls come to smoke behind the headstones,

She will open up her bones and release


The Big and Little Dippers,

Sirius,

Orion,

And all the rest--

To take a turn as if it were some ballerina's birthday.


The young girls are the only ones who see it;

They squint and smile and say,

Fuckin' right

And flick their butts across the lawn

Like little

Glowing

Spirits.

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4 comments:

  1. A haunting piece, sad, the feelings
    that were inside this young girl,
    true, and her way of dealing with
    the pain.

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  2. Thanks for reading, Cynthia. I had hoped you would find this one.

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  3. I like this very much. It has the quality of a mythic story "When young girls come to smoke behind the headstones..." Lots of great lines here.

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  4. Thank you, Nathan. And welcome to Word Garden!

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