Sonnet Beast
by Jenni Russell

It’s wild, it’s wild!
It grows like briar in my stomach,
dances with no ankles across wallets,
sits on laps and grinds and grinds,
It’s wild, I tell you, it’s wild.
It won’t stop after hours--
draws blinds, tears down curtains,
smashes cities on the wall,
skips minutes flat across still water,
it’s wild, oh yea, it’s wild!
It wants to jump from tree tops,
skate across the thin faces of ghosts,
mourn the ones who came before it.
It eats ice with fire in mind.

Jenni is a 28 year old writer living in Bloomington, IN, mother of a three year old, and dedicated internet poet. She is currently working on a memoir about her ten year career as an exotic dancer combining both prose and poetry, as well as chapbook. She is a student at Indiana University Bloomington and invites you to visit her poetry board.  She also maintains an online journal at Moontown Cafe.  If you'd like to drop her a line, her email address is jenninot@aol.com.