Deborah Blakely
Recalcitrant Bed
Pillow like a scent.
Desire this, and your life--oh
the twice-used thrill of it.
Be full for skin,
persuasion, and yes.
It’s like any other Tuesday
eager and salty
And the mouth, the mouth,
opens with never.
If discovery is sin,
is water,
dissolving into the same river, and toxic,
where do I rest my liquid head?
Pillow like a stone
like heartache it’s feathered in fire
and everywhere I go
is lavender and ash.
