Moulting Season


There is the twin
light of June sun and moon,
coaxing me out of
well-worn scorpion skin and
old stings, and

I am not sure, not knowing
the new, what crawls out
from under
(what is my nature?)
the steel, and the witchcraft,
the tale and the pincers carrying
princes, as long as my body,
heavy with old burdens
and filled with old venom
still too dangerous to touch, but

I do know
she was asked by a handsome waiter
today at breakfast (where
she went with herself) to stay classy; he
wrote it on her receipt.

The pleasure of every-day joy
of a well lived life. Nothing more and

nothing nothing nothing nothing
ever less.
ever again.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s