The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Mon 3/5/2007)

mutable

once, while scrubbing burnt
          spaghetti off stained steel,
during the summer I
          stopped shaving my legs,
a boy came up, and kissed
          the back of my neck, and
didn't stop—

even when, outside the
          window above the sink,
green lawns cooled into
          dark, and television
lights blinked life
          through loose curtains—
over rakes, tulips, tossed
          bicycles—until the darkness
made a mirror—

and he pulled my hair up,
          and pressed himself
closer, and his mouth,
          closer, until my fingers
wrinkled into oversunned
          tomatoes, and my neck
became every thing I
          ever felt, in this body,
and the world—

and the pot shone bright
          as the sunrise would,
the next summer, when,
          after giving up underwear,

I sat on a roof, and fell
          in love with skirts, and warm
          wind, and the moments air and
          light met, turning all
to honey, and to orange.

Josie Milliken


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RL

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Thoroughly enjoyed this selection. Thanks.

:hi: :hug:

grin, even. And that's just no small feat lately.

This one I fully identify with. The whole "this is all there is this is all there is" awareness fully resonates with me.

Thanks. :hug:

How colorful these images are ........very lovely!

It's a terrific poem.......

Thank you! :hug: