January through March 2003 ~ Volume 11
Publisher D. Menendez, EIC Jim Christ
Editors Janet Kenny & Ani Gjika - Joe Carcel Ghost Editor
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| Her Demons Follow Unnoticed |
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PJ Nights |
| My love strides large through sky high mirrors holding the twilight blue of an orange. She doesn't shrink from tumbleweed trash around her ankles - her sparrow-hawk eye sees instead the living history of a city. In this awareness, still, rests ignorance of shades walking like wolves behind her. She pauses in her mad inertia, pulls her coat close and safe though her hair flies tropical storms in ragged fronds of maguey trees. I stop, too, yearning to be the silk ladder caught in long stockings - held briefly before its upward climb with the next step towards her brownstone walk-up. My disheveled darling reads the newspaper aloud, all tragedy and drama in an atomized cloud around her. She dines on amanita unharmed, yet I am undone by fragility as she lies back to receive my wine, red on white skin, her sweet navel a crucible of rubies, and through the night I weave her wings of peacock plumes that she might leave us at last, alone on the terrace of dawn. Poem copyright © PJ Nights 2002. All rights reserved. |