
The Perfection
I am two minds yoked, wishing either was strong enough to pull
loose and trot a different plowed-up ground.
oh soft and gentle, soft and gentle
sick and friendless sadness
but I've got steady habits
The perfect statue has no arms, and the paint has chipped off
her eyes.
I look in the mirror and see unbaked dough stuck on a wireframe
fragile as wet crepe
Snakes are often in fruit trees, to eat the rats that eat the
fruit.
I have orbited the question, sometimes as close as an oncoming
train.
A moth lands on my lamplit wrist, as though it's the moon.
Romie Stott
Romie Stott's recent Halloween costumes include Leia on Endor, Jet
from Tank Girl, and 1940s Lois Lane. Her email address
is romiesays@gmail.com and
her digital portfolio is at
romiesays.tumblr.com.
Art
by Carol Dickerson: https://www.caroldickerson.com/home.php