by Franci Revel

There was the option to do nothing
But my cheekbones rose so
With polite force

I offered the lamb named Time
A crinoline and blue
Corset with macramé fringe

And detail        And staged her beneath
The lamp breath
And in the morning I pierced

The starved ewe
With a red bell                         It dangled from her
Limp tail          With fervor, I loved

She knows this
Now on the porch she is on
Her haunches in a steel bucket

And crooning  
While I polish each hoof
And press little moons

Into the wool with my thumbnail        
Birds of Paradise guard the porch
Frame            we are kept both in and out

And never once maintaining our size
For starving is easier
Said than done

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