Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Twenty Summer 2009 |
Hair Kelly L. Morckel There are the lashes, top and bottom – the dark, glossy brows the nape hairs, the widow’s cap the leg, ankle, knee-fold big-toe nuisances chin fuzz, nose – the eyes watering – a unibrow above coke-bottlers unbearable old silverbacks, the ass grass, the short, sweet curls of girls, my own that I shave off or judiciously keep ‘neath arms – the hair of men in colors and ways black to white the crowning glory mounted on noble and peasant heads, equally beautiful, anyone’s Godiva with small, flesh-bound whispers the harvest stubble in cavernous ears are – sudden sudden sound-seeking anemone, unprobed but by sonar as if nestled deep in the sea. |
About Kelly L. Morckel |