March Waiting

Hello Jo. Lovely to read more of your work on your blog! I am Anna Edelman and we met briefly at a poetry reading at Torriano Meeting house where we both read poems. As promised I commenting the poem I read below…

Post Operative Encounters with Soror Mystica

possession of the parasitic shell cracking
the automatic infection of withered veins
frostbitten aide
autopsy of the fading corpse

healing
bandages of concocted narrative
lineage
latex
ligaments acid washed victim from the grey portrait of sensuality
eraser marks
freckles on forged flesh
seeping
sinew
sarcophagus of the swaying phantom

in the smoke, the shadows of the silken woman beckon
whispered flames
“fall with me”
she says in a disappearing face
cannibal gulp of my autonomy
peripheral guardian tempting the wick

iteration of the cosmopolitan coven
children taste the occult
on sticky fingers
investigate
the molten fantasy of twigs
growing pains
bones
expanding
expelling the parasite
elastic supplement of lulled bleach

I was once a wandering child with a pinched face, collecting concrete that fell from the moon
muffled lullabies from the bowels of the hill
the burning chant orbits
an ahistorical gong
escaped enchantment from the circumambient ether of pharmaceutical receptacle
respiratory
repertoire exhalation of infected sandcastle security

waxen procedure
prod the children with cherry medicine
ensure they can touch their toes
pry their wandering feet from vicious mud

clinic
a waiting room of melting avalanche residue
the vanity of milky women lurk
in candles
dissipated by fluorescent lights
drowning in sterile automation

burn me into the image of the naive witch
corrupt the stark ceiling
where containment lurches
loosening manicured screws of this mildew wars
vanguard of the abyss
pry my scabs for answers
ointment of evergreen tears
anticipating the syringe of sulphur examination

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