Amy Pence The 2River View, 8.3 (Spring 2004)


          Lacquered black

          the delicious decorative

bent and turned on

     insentient root in me

their necks

     harkening back to

the ironwork: latticed

the spine
wettened on balconies all

     wound and insular

over the French Quarter

          where do the spirals lead

          the way coiled:

               but to the body’s open absence

          we see what’s held in

                 mother that swallows: leads me out
                              and what’s kept apart
leads me in
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