Diptych: The Bunch, Your Duck/Dog
One day, we came home from a walk in the woods and found something waiting for us. It wasn’t a this, or a that, or a they; it was a bunch.
you are always
On a dirt street, in a one-room shack with a rain-tempered roof, lived a woman who sold sex to the workers of her district, and she did this because of all the ways one made money in the hard-mouthed world, this was the easiest for her.
Because my bridegroom marked the trail
Because my father pushed me
down the path alone
As always, we were stunned by the high quality of the submissions we received, and so grateful to our esteemed final judges.
We were always trying to get her attention. ‘Your mother is busy,’ said our father. ‘She is an important woman.’
It’s the one about the bears and their blonde:
In their many beds I left many cells,
called my multiple personalities down
D is for dragon and damsel, diamond and diadem. For deciduous woods, their dropping leaves.