IncenseA Poem by Molly Cara
One sound, two vessels, one of them convex
when you look at it from the left, its back hunched like my grandfather’s. The other’s in a twist, it’s half a figure eight, a sine wave on its side. Upright for the first time, with no legs to walk, no jaw to unhinge, and no way to slither. It’s wedged in the middle of two characters, like a girl between a bed and a boy in his dorm on the upper west side, her first time: too short and not sweet enough-- at all" short like e, as in never, as in never mind it hurts and he’s a serpent. Eve will be reborn, and as a pink lady apple. Let her tempt and taste no venom, and let her be still and immune to her own perfume. © 2013 Molly Cara |
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