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