I am having to do this here alone. No one to tell me when the ocean will begin. I came to explore the wreck. The words are purposes. The words are maps. I came to see the damage that was done and the treasures that prevail, the drowned face always staring toward the sun. This is the place and I am here, the mermaid whose dark hair streams black, carrying a knife, a camera, a book of myths in which our names do not appear. -Adrienne Rich, Diving Into the Wreck.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
With that hole she ain’t a lady / she’s too edible That hole / finger place / intentionally round
Heldup to moonlight /the shine comes through Catches on dimpled glaze
Your tongue on her raft / waters rise Till who melts who / not so clear