Monday, April 1, 2024

April 1, 2024


Did the library of Alexandria hold up
her arms and rustle as you jumped
books held in your soft mouth
or Eiffel a sick light that never stopped
spinning as glass slivers opened
along her iron arms such frothy
language held you as burnt goddesses
zipped past became statues
a game you played when you were a small
wolf caricature licking mercury
from a blue plastic bowl
that endless yelp in your sugar
frosted arms

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

37paddington: Such imagery. A whole world in these lines. Love.

April 1, 2024 at 5:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thank you darling R xo Rebecca

April 2, 2024 at 8:57 AM  
Blogger Ms. Moon said...

"glass slivers opened
along her iron arms such frothy
language"
I'm silenced.

April 2, 2024 at 4:38 PM  

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