Nymphette
Skeleton
Jean Jacket Traveler
Tide-Line
January, "Moon of the popping Trees"
Canyon de Shelley

 

 

Nymphette

She says she has a ghost in her body
A Saturn of horses
Feathering in the forest
Standing long on her white bones
Lightning gassing across the trees
Waiting for the charge of weather
Horses and horns enough to panic
The heart
Blind the eye
She trembles
To blood foreign ghosts
Through her loins
Into the hammock lap
Of fear
Set for her
To lie in
To expose herself up to
To spread herself for
She is the hosting
The home.

- 21 envelopes

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