Today's poem is by Katie Jean Shinkle
A Taste, With Explosions of Woody and Floral Undertones
I'm finding it harder to understand July,
weight of bracketed trees, cornucopia off vines
thick with body; sizzle hips, a mouth for breathing.
When ready; battle. When sinister, a sip of tea
in humidity. I am warm of face, waiting.
Patience not often a suit in card or closet on wire hangers,
wooden hangers, mingle. Pace, pace, sweat.
Sweat, sweat, pace. Today, a method in oxygen, brewed city
corpse, flora shape of woman, disintegrated.
Copyright © 2013 Katie Jean Shinkle All rights reserved
from Third Coast
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