Sogni D'oro.
down
Burning, redgold hair, a cappelli rossi:
First orgasms
Under nun-white
Hospital sheets & gowns. Dawn the teal green
entry, glass, the coming in.
Partial healing.
A footprint of carbon.
Clothed in a cloud
Day is the parallel bars:
Nights
Doing arabesques against spinal pain
But what was that to the spinal tap
The only child who had a lumbar puncture
Without tears. At nearly seventy she
addresses sweetherat, her Saphho, lesbian dream freind:
You help Emma crop her cathedral; Emma who was head damaged.
When will you give off
Tracing Gothic arches
Flying buttresses, blueprints for infill, restoration. What can be restored? Only re-sorted.
Come to me at twilight
With bits of her broken Roman arches in your hands.
Wear your top hat
You run a risk
Cresting the hill: to collate things
Walking the thin wooden trestle above the church school, the
cathedral debris, archangels with snub noses & stub-wings:
You'll be fine if you don't look down.
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