Two Poems
DISH
in a purple field of paterson’s curse
did not run away with the spoon
the countryside lush again
web of steel struts and mesh aimed at heaven
a perfect circle like the moon
they landed on and the cow jumped over
FASHION WEEK
Parading full-length fertility and gown
breasts and waist cinched in corsetry
concave the meridians of her frame
Hooked and eyed into the bodice
so tight her ribcage could be unlaced
revealing her heart pinned like a brooch
Slung from dazzling shoulders
a dappled cape cascades to the catwalk
ode to autumn in all its seasons
Clenched fingers raise the feathered edges
like a bird in a cage stretching its wings
brown eyes wider than an owl’s
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