& for a moment they


Pre-war muslin blushes over dusk silk,

Hidden silver carriage encages sternum to mons,

Bodice & skirt color of milky tea spilled

Onto Ceylon plantation parchment, into hourglass outline


Whose arms are a girl’s which flow in a movement

The foreigner thinks indecent, zarabande.

He sips, & ships. Handel slows it to a drawing room vibrato

In plain sight of stays & crushed blossoms.


Funnel neck filled with chrysanthemums, peonies, allium,

From the sleeves, too, they tumble & decay

Out of the earth’s trench, & for a moment

They lift their unmasked lavish faces.




Originally published in POOL.

Nominated for the 2015 Pushcart Prize.