Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Self Portrait as a Meadow

by Linda Norton
There is a chair
the heart of which
is wooden
split five ways
and grass pressed flat
where we kissed
where others later kissed
on the same mattress
and solemn nothing
happening under a canopy—
Have you forgotten me?
I will go down wonderfully
as was told in proverbs
though for a long time I thought
I should not go.
Here are things that have
no Latin names
or none
that men would know.



she's lost control
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