Glendale
go to the opposite side of town if you want to steal a bike
cross a busy street named after a president or named
prairie du chien & pass tom’s meat market
so that premeditation dictates observation dictates
the opening of eyes to empathy
the seat torn from use & low gear wheel stuck on two
& porch door open & stairs unquiet; the lifting required a lifting
the hands placed on body on handle & with an inhale
a glide downstairs; i check the sides of bikes swiping by before my eyes
realize that what is gone leaves no trace
tangibility dependent upon the pads of my fingers;
i see it everywhere & i touch nothing
Solar Cycle
to shed my uterine lining.
I had enjoyed the pauses
in which I could forget biological duty;
but it’s all natural, the pull
& pool of blood.
Under the eclipse the temperature dropped
& lake water crashed harder.
Birds sang goodbye
& under this the blood was called.
It collected at the kiss of my thighs
& was held by this self-holding
just as the sand held my set of footprints;
my shadow carried in my own arms.
I am my own god. As I willed for totality
the most of us cheered, while others joined me in silence.
Phenomenon moves so quickly through us.
Corona met cornea. Blood met water.
O Luna, how sweet it was to see you like this.
Black & new, like fresh blood clotting.