The Push of Blooms
published in MEAT by Rose of Sharon Press in 2005

In body
It speaks like Her,
a breathless tongue whip
smack
inside my ear.
It tells me, “coax the little lilies from your brain,”
and It holds
every leaden slur
She fought so hard to cut.

I’ll ask so nicely,
It will drop one hint.
I’ll take it kindly,
And refuse to give.

In body
It fumes like Her,
vulgar breath succeeded
quick
by apathetic coos.
Still I thank It for the push
of blooms, the lilt of spring
come cold.
With my new gems
I scribe away, and leave It
to the gloom.