riding your merry-go-round
right to the roots,
'Angels of the love affair, do you know that other,
the dark one, that other me? '
1. ANGEL OF FIRE AND GENITALS
Father, this year's jinx rides us apart
where you followed our mother to her cold slumber;
a second shock boiling its stone to your heart,
have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
(from a song)
Perhaps I was born kneeling,
born coughing on the long winter,
Busy, with an idea for a code, I write
signals hurrying from left to right,
or right to left, by obscure routes,
for my own reasons; taking a word like writes
Listen here. I've never played it safe
in spite of what the critics say.
I was tired of being a woman,
tired of the spoons and the post,
tired of my mouth and my breasts,
tired of the cosmetics and the silks.
Put on a clean shirt
before you die, some Russian said.
Nothing with drool, please,
no egg spots, no blood,
Some ghosts are women,
neither abstract nor pale,
their breasts as limp as killed fish.