White
The lithe white spider glides through the water –
pirouettes – becomes naked goddess –
ripe in the water. Figures-of-eights and
curves in the dark light. Her arms
and legs twirling, her body slides
open. Her mouth a wet tulip,
and wet fur between her legs,
and she’s red – and she’s white –
and she’s pomegranate red.
Waterlillied arms
and those marble white legs.
How she twirls – how she opens –
how she dances.
Beginnings
Inside every
woman lives a wolf.
Murder it and deny
your own reality.
Grab it back
and learn to run.
Sharpen your nails.
Meet the world
head-on. Draw your
lips wide open.
Howl.
