NOT YOUR BITCH–The Poetry Series #7
FEATURING
EUGENIA HEPWORTH PETTY
West Oakland, 1985
She found rock’n roll drummers obnoxious
but she gave him head anyway,
staring at the glittered wings of a clay cherub
that hung from his headboard.
She could see the pier outside,
tiny boats rocking against it,
and she kept a rhythm to them.
The cherub clattered against the post.
His thigh pressed into her breast
as he came. Liquid porcelain doused her neck.
His face turned in that last moment of release.
She recalled an image from her youth:
a neighbor boy of five making a wish
as he blew out the candles on his birthday cake
eyes shut, breath drawn in
then the exhalation and rise of smoke
from those extinguished points of flickering light.
Eugenia is rereading After the Island by Paul Landry, contemplating the reemergence of poetry in her life. She used to believe that “the pearls that encase the sacred alphabet will be strung by the wailing tongues of women.” Now she believes they are forged in honeycomb, and that USDA funding into bee deaths far outweighs any economic emergency. Her crafts, photography and a small chapbook of poems may be found atglittergirlgalleries.etsy.com Photo credit: Steve Homer
Hello,
Super post, Need to mark it on Digg
Thank you
Eremeeff
“liquid porcelain”….what an image! great piece….
glad to hear you are reading my dear (RIP) friend,
paul l.’s lovely book–which is one of my favorite reads…
Absolutely wonderful.
Great pick, Scot. You have a good eye.
Crystal
I like my voyeurism vivid.
Superb.