chiaruscuro

ice-plant

each
rich
green
contained by
light and
shadow.
the sense
of depth
layer by
film-thin
layer:
packed up
in green,
light green
and dark.

thing and whatnot

i've been stuck in this feelings and whatnot rut for a bit--need to get out, to move, to make my as yet super unfledged brain go. the prospect is of course terrifying. i hope to publish and apologize for vanity.

Lady Capulet

a song

he had made
for her
toys
of wood,
bone,
glass.
a wheeled rabbit
on a string.

the whippet
she sat with
for the young artist
lies still
under the table,
belly an elegant
concave,
snapping up
scraps.

song 2

he gives me
carnelians and rubies.

i stepped on
a berry,
small, red, firm.
its inward flesh splayed
out
disarrayed
as a wordless
mouth.

song 3

i gave capulet
a body
its flesh
round and firm.
he got in it
a child
Juliet was her name.

okay, we'll see how this goes.