She Wore Armor (#26 Na/GloWriMo)

She Wore Armor

(inspired by Joy Harjo’s “She Had Some Horses,” resurrected for NaPoWriMo prompt)

She wore armor

She wore armor over her beating heart
She wore armor over her pendulous breasts
She wore armor over her curving hips
She wore armor over her mound of flesh.

She wore armor

She wore armor over her good ideas
She wore armor over her strong hands.
She wore armor over her written words
She wore armor over her selfless service

She wore armor.

She wore armor over the cold space in their bed
She wore armor over the spoken wounds
She wore armor over the indifference
She wore armor over the goodbye

She wore armor.

She wore armor when her husband left
She wore armor on the morning metro
She wore armor at her Pentagon desk
She wore armor in her smile.

She wore armor

Her armor shifted under his gaze.
Her armor protested under his hands
Her armor groaned under his kiss
Her armor cracked under his weight

She unfasrened her armor.

Alien Autopsy (#21 Na/GloPoWriMo)

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Blood is thicker than water, oh how negative.
Negative monkey tree.
The aliens live among us, spreading, growing.
The slouching Neanderthals kiss the others, glue the spear, strike,
and the humanid who grubs the tuber gathers around
flames
the stars alight roaring in flame over the tiny drama
below.

 

Blood is thicker than water.  Oh negative.
Negative rejecting choice.
In the womb, restless, blood at war
no voice, the helpless innocent
because the surface doubt;
driving and colliding, a sunrise of doubt
the departure, death highway, extinction.
Tribes are not unanimous.  Rise!  Rise!  Rise!
We mesh our negative, our positive, our vegetables
eyes.
But answers are not real, belonging is a myth;
stories tell truth.  The cords that bind
the winding stair,
and the risen’s rise will raise the risen this day
and every day those above will deliver the past.

And yet
the chimpanzee writes laws
and the personalities wither
scrubbing the stones at the feet of butterflies snacking on
baby toes.

Still
we walk the water’s edge, secrets breeding,
and then, revealed, the water evaporates to desert
calving ice to rising trees.
Rise!  Rise!  Rise!
Only when the washed world recedes,
and the baby toes catch in all-too-human
craws,
when the eyes cloud to the rising sun,
there the witness mashes gritty sand
cheek to surf,
at the sunset let the pooling cool,
let the choice and the fortune strike even,
and light fade from the scene.

The witness awaits
Stars without end
The negative, the lonely, the outlandish.

One-Sided (#20 Na/GloPoWriMo)

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I’m hearing only one side of this conversation
Uh, huh. Yup. Do you have coordinates?

I know you will be gone tonight,
Looking for lost souls. My soul at home

Hoping your soul will be safe.
That you will bring in the unprepared.

One-sided conversations,
Imagination filling in gaps:

What does shadow on my x-ray mean?
How long do you think?

Are you kidding me?
Uplilting voice, eager.

How much if we increase our co-pay?
Double our deductible?

And the droning insistence of newscasters,
Hopelessness an imagination cannot correct.