I trace the spaces where your fur doesn't grow
do strands of soldiers march down your arm?
He said, "You're beautiful Like a flower." I said, "Pick me And I'll die." So he groped me By the stem And ripped me From my life. I blossomed In his sun He inhaled my scent as it rained I asked, Can this last forever? Ignoring a Destiny, preordained. I wilted The next morning And … Continue reading “Lilies” by Max Ruth
But so tangled in the branches they had to leave it, the conquistador's black beard cut from his head whose neck had snapped his deadness the others had to burn then, for the wind to take evenly away. If not for his lust, his sickness to chase, to claim her; if not for that Native … Continue reading “Writing an Elegy” by Rickey Laurentiis
I will come back -