Named Marilyn Still 30 Years Later
Her cub-reporter-ness inking
her eyes, blue and black, caped
to show autonomy Sudden
extremities swim unto the breach
worded bandages
wash ashore
to the unmistakable sound of tap
dancing Someone will call the cops
Someone always does Listen
feel my duality and the portable camera
Don't shrink too far
I need those hips
nights big anecdotal
The bleached sweep of
her liabilities rewinds her
Giganto Sidewalk Sale:
hats furniture encyclopedia
of imagination, my goddess colleague
between comfortable void
and cold ocean showgirl
My life with blush likening
her father
theft of food to the outbreak of war
My abundance repudiates a flag cut
heat flux Distrust between the sexes
is a thermal, subtle entrance to despair
a charming fresco
with loopy trails of smoke
Order variable branding disruption
subject to skin, symbol, teethies—
contained
one into many with the unruffled
spontaneity of sickness
previously published in Black Bread #4 (1994)
Copyright © Valerie Fox 2007 - 2011