amphibi.us

The aroused scientist
walks bow-legged across the crisp split
of her wanton wholeness
stepping spider-oblique
among her nettle-spring dreams
and the crisis/opportunity of motion

The green burr-sparks stick
in odd, arrhythmic places,
collect in the overlapping buzz of crickets
until she is 12 again,
coarse and brash,
curved in time and space,
picking at her socks
against the persistent seeds,
or running on sidewalks that rhyme,
wearing tomboy-striped shirts
and eating pepper-weed to see if it’s really poison
and she never gets sick, she is alive—
animal all loose in her
and divine.

© Samara Golabuk, 2010

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