All the Montanas live in me
If I am speechless, would love be a mouth?
Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries
bees inside the corn husk
blatant silk
royal jelly
night swung its sugary gardenia stick
and so it rained
for 97 days
we dined on the roof gerald and I
held the business end of a lightning rod
religious conversion
gerald’s hands on the electric fence
the body he said is a great conductor
§
a horse laid his head in my lap
I could hardly breathe the oh the oh the
christmas crisp rough fur
they were steam cleaning the streets
of vienna for mozart’s birthday
a bee-cloud all around
humming wet between
baroque and revolution
we had a conversation about the girls
that died one from each school
murder suicide found in an apartment
a forest clearing a fishing shack
by the river
gerald spoke in tongues
§
there is a banquet inside me
candied and perfumed there is
lonely and there is
there is
good
oh lamb of god I come I come
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Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries
bees inside the corn husk
blatant silk
royal jelly
night swung its sugary gardenia stick
and so it rained
for 97 days
we dined on the roof gerald and I
held the business end of a lightning rod
religious conversion
gerald’s hands on the electric fence
the body he said is a great conductor
§
a horse laid his head in my lap
I could hardly breathe the oh the oh the
christmas crisp rough fur
they were steam cleaning the streets
of vienna for mozart’s birthday
a bee-cloud all around
humming wet between
baroque and revolution
we had a conversation about the girls
that died one from each school
murder suicide found in an apartment
a forest clearing a fishing shack
by the river
gerald spoke in tongues
§
there is a banquet inside me
candied and perfumed there is
lonely and there is
there is
good
oh lamb of god I come I come
*
6 Comments:
OHHhhh delicious- over and over. And tomorrow I will read it all again, over and over. Inspired!
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!!!!!
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Yes.
This one feels different to me. A different room in your vast castle of poetry.
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