Cellophane Flowers never happened for me....: September 2007

Cellophane Flowers never happened for me....

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Three Day Old Bread

It is not stale. It lacks the
density, the bounden callousness,
of the truly hardened.

Dressed in a coat
of clear and supple plastic
it has not yet been abandoned to
the fury of the air.

But tear off a hunk with your
teeth and you can tell:
The crust, tan and unwrinkled,
yields haltingly,

the soft, white pith, once plush,
has a wavering laxness,
like an aging waistband.

There is something of it
as a whole I do not like,
even as I bite and swallow.

A pact of dust, mulling silent
in the fine dust that preceded.
An adulteration, greenly present
yet invisible, dating back unto
the flower of the flour.

posted by rebeccacalvetti @ 3:09 PM 0 comments

Bee

My house is at the top of the hill
I am walking down. I am not wearing enough
to keep me warm. The stiff edge of my
right shoe cuts my heel. Only one of
my eyes is made up. My hair is wet.
I am late, of course. It is no longer summer.
These circumstances may or may not matter.

My step is quick and regulated but my gaze
is free and fickle. The sharp crack of something
frail yet substantial brings it down

to a burst of blond splinters and a
branch. Beside this lies a bee.
Its wings move thinly but I do not think it’s alive.
It is quiet and shiny, smaller than a bullet.

If my foot had come down closer, I would
not have known. And it would not have
mattered if I did. But curled on the
grain of the sunned concrete, it persists,
vaguely preserved in unknowable dignity.

The body is pristine, compact,
its colors are elegant. Mine keeps moving.

posted by rebeccacalvetti @ 2:13 PM 0 comments

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