The firm, quiet line of shoulders
Squared in work.
Her breast jiggle as she erases
And occasionally she pops her gum.
When she looks at me her eyes are quick
With knowledge and her hands relaxed.
Sometimes her mouth imitates an edge
As she read a question.
I have led her around the nouns and verbs
As best I could and when I asked, she had it pat.
Firm sensible bubble,
Whose assurance will soon pass,
If I could tell you all
The grinds and trouble,
The blown loves and the heart’s stutter,
The darts, the bombs, the whole sad lot—
If I could—
Then I would not would not would not.
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Enjoy, and Viva La Toucan
Laura, Toucan Editrice
Enjoy, and Viva La Toucan
Laura, Toucan Editrice
Thursday, September 30, 2010
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