elysabeth faslund

I am woman and I have borne the Torah on a gold cloth
Over my shoulder.
I have consecrated its dust-leadened parchment,
Cradling the scrolls into temple darkness...
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A woman runs around the house all day
Thinking 'This night, I'll play,
I'll tickle his fancy when he gets home.
After all, I've cleaned, cooked, all alone.'
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Matter...known, unknown.
Anti-matter...unknown...
Possible, probable.
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The days, invariably, quickly pass.
Natures care not to amend tiresome hours
Hiding, lurking, sleeping. Casting away
From mortal shores. Trespassing. Always gray.
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I guard your eyes at the dawning...
Veiling you from intrusion.
I guard your face in sleep.
I sing demons of dreams back
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Courtship, without marriage...
How romantic, indeed.

Marriage, without courtship...
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You ain't hittin' on nothin
Forget about homemade bread
Forget about coffee at 5a.m.
Think about things you said
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Look at me, I'm a mah-ve-lous cat.
I'm stalking the elephanormous mouse.
I'm curling my tail, flexing my nails...
Look at them gleam in my pretty-purr paws.
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We do not know
The blood type
Of the next galaxy...
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A cat of a cat of a
Witch of a wind!
John's just a patsy!
John's gonna send
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Droning words, unfortunately read
This tender, fog-draped morning,
Has done nothing for my appreciation
Of the world of the 'Genie'...
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Cletus and Leotard came over that day,
(five hours late) to install mini-blinds.
Lord, help us. Lead us in this valley of
Tears, to pray.
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I burned your toothbrush
Yesterday.
Slept by myself
Last night.
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All I want is love...
Say it.
All I want is the world...
Wrap it.
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It came down, in the end, to starlight...
Dusted lashes blinking,
Eyes trailing intricate arms of galaxies,
Thinking with breaths of blood,
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Half cup sleepy
Pre-dawn
Three teaspoons
Silvered dew
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It is time to test the Winter Willows
Rooted on banked edges of Autumn suns
Rivering through September, on their way
Downstream...rapidly tumbling yesterdays
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Had I but world enough in time,
This slowness, Poemhunter, would be no crime! ! ! ! ! ! !
Vaster than Empires! ! ! But you don't mend! ! ! ! !
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Soft cotton on the staircase, velveted all around...
Ghosting whispers, faint airs drifting...
Eternal calls.
Passing up and on, turning twice...then
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Ice dancing. Tip-toe. Quiet.
Inlay of pebbles, boulders
Moving slow. Slower. Silence.
Mist. Fog. Trance dream.
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