Bedroom Mythology
It isn't bearable,
the drawer
opening into another
drawer.
The ritual
of looking,
all transparency--
echoing cauldrons
emptied
of what?
Gunfire
heard under a bed
and we could sail over
every surface
of dissolution
or even beginning,
but my declarations
are shifting,
so instead
I jump.
Blackjack
When you came,
I was already a split
stalk. A
clear critic
against the coming
quarrel would warn
my inevitable flinch
is perhaps an affirmation.
However, much like hesitant
zodiac heeding, I believe
only what you offer
as testimony in the fiery
designs of this diary--
A salary kept useless
by a single bamboo pin.
I carry zinc in the pocket
of your skirt to coat
my fingers when they slip,
galvanized into a proper name.
Kelli Allen is a poet, editor, and scholar. Her work has
appeared in many international journals and several anthologies. Allen is the author of two chapbooks. She
holds an MFA in poetry and currently teaches literature and creative writing in
the St. Louis area.
1 comment:
Interesting! Enjoyed those, and thanks for them.
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