franccca7oise-dorleac-photo_03One
There you play your favorite B side and drive in your mind
fermenting beyond chicory
no-one else knows
basking in old songs
she finds the segment of Clementine
hidden from view in liquor box
melting resistance
as nationalists surge in Catholic crimson
could be now or a light house seeking ship
printed beneath creamy lost voices
 
Two
She could propel herself with saline drying her toes white
transfixed on survival as
Boudicca led bronze and stone fighters
daubed azure over thorny field
if she lived today she’d share a Menthol Salem Light with Stevie Nicks
warning women against Xanax
in Miu Miu sunglasses
capturing the drum-beat of her many-armed dervish
as a little girl learned to spell
sounding out her letters
heroine in slow motion
A
B
C
fire
walk
with
me

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