Monthly Archives: April 2012

Rain gods

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Spring is the oldest season and I celebrate as rain beads silver on my lids and lashes (this is the oldest dance) water shines in tangled hair wind caresses my naked face this April afternoon

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The Artificial Woman

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

blueeyed baby doll smiling pink smiles she (white high heels                                            tap                                                    tap                                                           tapping) runs to the bus stop                                                           trips up the stair                                                           to the office downtown           where                                                                  (in the little girl’s room) mirror … Continue reading →

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for beauty’s sake

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

A flowershop rosebud opened too soon your petals crumble to ash in my palm traces of gray I carelessly brush from my fingertips

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She fits you

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

She fits you easy as torn jeans, moves to your motion, never restricts. She is cut to your pattern, unlike me, the thrift-shop Friday-night shirt you buy on impulse. Too colorful for every day, uncomfortable if worn too long.

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After-words

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

F o r c e d inside the old forms (I will make them fit though they are comfortable as shoes two sizes too small), I walk, limping slightly, hope you do not see beyond the tensed jaw/closed smile Do … Continue reading →

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I tire of the virgins (who still reads this stuff anyway?)

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I tire of the virgins that tremble on covers of dime and drug store novels whose honor carefully guarded flutters between thighs so eager to part & the heroes sickeningly predictable bore with sardonic stares & kisses that bruise the … Continue reading →

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Shy

Posted on April 13, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Because you are I do not see the first violets, feel sun warm my bare skin.  Spring begins and I do not look for eggshells, robin’s nests, forsythia In dreams I touch your mouth I would like to tell you … Continue reading →

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