turn in a moonless night
ebony curls hurl from the breath
of emptiness to play, heard
before seen, following a beam
to ignite their sheen
before dissolving to gray.
Shapes elongate, noiselessly
before life becomes day life
before it slips away, birds alight
take shape on a moonless night.
—Ann Privateer, Davis
I am inside a book with my husband
though I'm not sure who he is...
stamped inside the cover or door
are the instructions and the return policy.
A bricked in section with a hearth
and fireplace where someone sweeps
is located where the book's spine would be.
His movement captivates my eye as I turn
the pages, reading them from left to right.
first American edition
published September 6th, 1969
All rights reserved
Smoke-filled wax on white table-linen
sounds haunt, throb, question...
to have children or not
to rot in place
to be accepted
to attend college in Norman
to read The Dress Code for Women
to menstruate at eleven
to be shocked by red over green
to be surprised by a veil
to eat an oyster
to save its shell
to make sense of protections and veils
to hide in a sarcophagus
to join the masses
to determine where an orchid can live
to cover sweet dreams with a perfumed secret
while the viewer wears a smoke-filled eye.
Variety not in short supply
Each has its own résumé
Listing the seasons