Happy Anniversary, KW. Who says we've been married too long?
Yes
It’s about the blood
banging in the body,
and the brain
lolling in its bed
like a happy baby.
At your touch, the nerve,
that volatile spook tree,
vibrates. The lungs
take up their work
with a giddy vigor.
Tremors in the joints
and tympani,
dust storms
in the canister of sugar.
The coil of ribs
heats up, begins
to glow. Come
here.
Poem: “Yes” by Catherine Doty, from Momentum © Cavan Kerry Press.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
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2 comments:
This poem - mmmmm, mmm. Really good.
Yeah, it really is. I'll have to look up more of hers. . . .
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