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ACTS OF GOD AND OTHER MYSTERIES
I smoke cigars now, but only once a month,
and I no longer eat meat at all. I still carry
my arousal around like a succulent fruit
in a semi permeable pouch just south of my
solar plexus, and I think of you when it rains
like it rained today. I don't spend much time
binding or unbinding my hair,
or enough time combing it
to cause even a small thunderstorm.
I have found myself strangely alone
and craving lightning.
Your going has left an emptiness
in me bigger than my original self
and I have denied words until
they no longer spill down my arms.
I write in shorthand now, disabled
and unwilling to transcribe the details.
Let the leaves fall. Let them say she was taken
on a Friday, full-faced and plastered on the cover,
no sense denying the truth. Let them say she could twirl
like a leaf weighted down by her stem. "Did you see
how she fell?" Soft, like a Sunday paper fully folded,
as predetermined as a morning crepe myrtle
still loaded with dew. Still looking for wholes,
as vulnerable and transparent as a grape,
let them say she was seedless, and without wings.
WHEN THE STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS
TURNS DOWNWARD
shoulders shoulders shoulders
fingers twine then tighten
soft rough touch
to such a place
just out of reach
and then
that sweeping urge to power
down the line from hip to knee
the knee that gives then gives then gives
more higher up from hip to knee
one feather touch
just out of reach
just reaching shoulders
chest two times
I long to
shoulders
open mouth
to knee
this urge
this higher up
just so
just
so
Cheryl Hicks is a poet, artist and teacher. Working out of The Image Warehouse, a renovated building which dates back to the turn of the century, Hicks is devoted to nurturing creativity in herself and in her students. She is the winner of the 2001 Paddock Poetry Award, and has had her poems published in Urban Spaghetti, Makar, Snakeskin, and Blue Fifth Review. Her paintings have been shown throughout Texas and recently in New York.
Contact Cheryl Hicks at: CHICKSONE@aol.com
April 30, 2003
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