I suffer adorable terror.
Pinkybone rattling in a plastic cup,
pink with extruded flowers.
May your enterprises be profitable.
Rappers launching doves from their tracksuit sleeves
know the bravado of the body, its fragility.
Sudden blossom; sudden rendering.
Let me speak to you in my small voice.
The one with the pleated skirt.
I am an affront.
When the whirlwind comes,
you’ll feel it in the little home
of your body. Something to reap,
something to lift you up.
Nothing up my sleeves but my arms,
This armature of breakable bones.
Maureen Thorson lives in Washington, DC, where she co-curates the In Your Ear reading series at the DC Arts Center. Her first book, Applies to Oranges, is available from Ugly Duckling Presse.
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