Home from house cleaning Margarita moans ‒ skip
the glass to ceiling sweep hours : Madre of can't forgiveness!
wanting every part hind tight : the carrots grated right
down to the wordless last shrivel . toss no paid up stub
out.
Finger subtleties aside, the core designs : when prune
blades snip our flora even far along petal back; primrose
bloom thanks hatless curates . wouldn't say.
Whose signature for trade
soft wipes . what baby bottom contract? husbandry gluts
in around bake bowls we stir.
As lumps test breast, longings wait . cheeks kiss
whisper, No, no Patron! please hold . release, don’t drain
the pool! after all the wet dressing hands resume the hill
side taking good as ‘done’.
Splayed out of prayer our grace tirades . me too much
blue shifts bitchery to mean . the thread resigns the needle
fine lines fabric slits under over :
*else
war long shovels oven troubles . ankles cross palms
spread for nails; death vans veer scat cleavage mount
biometrics over tears.
Tango, si ~ thigh churn to flatbed
pending ~ Who are you? momento, I come.
– W.W.
LESSING
Sometimes Lessing looks at beauties and sees through
Their layers of decisions about Beauty,
Sees through the bluffing masks that invent that thing,
Sees gangly angling aliens rather than sexy girls
Floating around in their angelics of flesh,
Lines of paint to finish their not-quite faces,
Rags and cow-hide to mask their leaking balloons.
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan, 2018)