Return to teenage
mind between limbic brain and prefrontal to imagine Persephone spitting dirt
and cobwebs Rip Van Wrinkle stretching limber limbs first thing on your tongue let
it rise up Ambient and sleep tweeter denial another drug of choice make for
home again barefoot and blind the trail long cold crumbs long gone and here is
your fresh start fresh as a wound and wounds love honey blood in the honey iron
sweet so is a cardinal’s jubilation every resonate note an arrow straight stand
straighter feet planted in a new look whipped up rainbow open network fetid breath
in shadow homecoming more cobwebs to lace up a wandering detail Lilith wailed Mary wept it dissolved the accretions it shed skins so the center can fly apart
you let it like the cottonwood see adolescents do this daily.
Helen holds hands with thunderheads. It helps when she's weak in the knees, lightning running down abductors, running down bones. Even temple guards succumb to such days, soft as pillows - scarlet velveteen on silk sheets. Pink cyclamen bells the air, and Helen cut her traces. Bridget dreams the summer wind. Its susurrate moan rises in waves, swells with tides of sandalwood to chariot the night. She spins rhapsody around its howl, dawns a golden jet stream on spangled festoons of cirrus. Weak knees fly off with yellow wind, before Bridget stills the night. Sicily wets her lips with limoncello, quells the rabble of heartache, the clatter of waiting. She rings goblets like temple bells, makes a sound map for lost days. Her boat of pink sand brims in blood oranges and cyclamen. Lightning festoons the rabble, Sicily finds Helen’s hand.
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