When it does grieve,
her beauty blasts
an area open to the sky;
it doesn’t pop and
harbor unfounded
resentment
or burst open
to seek the affections of,
or woo what is
mostly or entirely
surrounded
by buildings, walls, etc.
(of animals) attempting
to attract
but splitting suddenly
and turning partly
inside-out.
It may build up
for an unreasonable
length of time.
He takes another
girl on his knee:
a game where a black robe
and some people in suits
and ties dance around
this inside structure
by engaging (a mate)
in certain
species-specific
behaviors
Poor girl, she'll come
like me at last: we
is fairly fragile, and
“mushes.” They will
not confide in people,
and pretend to
establish justice
between your fingers
quite readily.
Manatees have a
courting ceremony
that causes, leads to,
or provokes
seismic signals
in a courting male
jumping spider.
Do? I do.
The courting male
perches on the back
of a terrorized victim
to court the disaster
of the female,
rocking backwards
on behalf of society
and forwards –
exploited or
betrayed –
in fear of
being.
2 comments:
Hi, Nada. I was wondering how you as a published poet viewed the poems you post on your blog. I guess what I'm getting at is do you see them as sketches or as finished works?
I mainly see them as ways to get through the days.
I don't think anything is ever really finished, to tell you the truth. But then, "finishing" things is not something that concerns me very much, just making them. I often edit a lot when the poems go into books, but sometimes I don't. That doesn't mean that even then the poems are finished, just that they have attained a kind of degree of reification.
Am I making sense?
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