Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Girlfriends: A Definition (for Mia and Mara)
from my uber-talented poet friend-slash-alcohol guru zola gonzalez, thanks zol:)
When we're done shuffling the cards,
and dealing the boards,
turning over red jacks and black hearts,
we sit by the pool.
Day peels itself off
a poster sky holding itself together
till the arrival of stars.
Silence is slow
as blood leaving forgotten wounds.
poker facing umbrella trees.
(They tell a different story.)
our woman breasts heaving,
reaching different summits,
our rummy breath losing all sense of open air.
our feet dangling,
slicing the gelatin water,
making beaver-tail splashes
to warn the colony of the heart.