28 November 2008


Tune your discord-
ant cymbals
that they

no longer shiver
the inner canals
of my (now latched) ears.

Yes. My ears locked
against your wood spoon
on a tin pan. I

called the birds
to lift my hair
& they came

(they understand
the holy
& are ready

always to help
a girl in trouble. I
am my flying body. You,

an idea.
no less.