Poems from Inkstained
You came to Iowa, married, divorced.
He wanted you to be small.
You wouldn’t have it. No one
can contain you,
Extraordinary woman.
You had...
nothing much in this world
is sweeter than an apple
you picked yourself
nothing much more satisfying
than teeth going crunch
on sweet apple...
The field lay,
sad, cold, brown stalks rising rigidly and meaningless
from blue snow in footprinted rows
dark in the light of the orange...
I love you as
I love a dandelion
bright thing
If you are paper
I will fold you
and lock you
in a drawer
I will take you out
and look at you...