self-portrait with cats, with purple, with stacks of half-read books adorning my desk, with coffee, with mug, with yesterday's mug. self-portrait with guilt, with fear, with thick-banded silver ring, painted toes, and no make-up on my face. self- portrait with twins, with giggles, with sister at last, with epistrophy, with crepescule with nellie, with my favorite things. self-portrait with hard head, with soft light, with raised eyebrow. self- portrait voo-doo, self-portrait hijinks, self-portrait surprise. self-portrait with patience, with political protest, with poetry, with papers to grade. self- portrait as thaumaturgic lass, self-portrait as luna larva, self-portrait as your mama. self-portrait with self at sixteen. self-portrait with shit-kickers, with hip-huggers, with crimson silk, with wild mushroom risotto and a glass of malbec. self- portrait with partial disclosure, self-portrait with half-truths, self-portrait with demi-monde. self- portrait with a night at the beach, with a view overlooking the lake, with cancelled flight. self- portrait with a real future, with a slight chance of sours, with glasses, with cream, with fries, with a way with words, with a propositional phrase.
one year, i carried the blues around
like a baby. sure, my coffee mugs cupped
amethysts :: water gushed, rose-tinted
and -scented, from the faucets at my touch ::
the air orange with butterflies that never
left me. meanwhile, indigo held fast
to my toes :: lapis lapped my fingertips ::
and a hue the shade of mermaid scales
bolted through my hair like lightning.
my eyelids drooped, fell, heavy with sky.
that year i carried the blues around
left me mean :: while indigo held fast,
the daily news tattooed azure to my back.
true, festivals of lilies buoyed me. but what
good could white do? the blues grow like
shadows in late sun :: stretch creep run.