Poetry by | March 9, 2008

Climb a coconut tree
With no thought of gravity to pull you down
Let your feet grip tightly to its body
Forget your children
Crawling on the ground
Like beasts waiting to be fed on your sagging breasts
As your skirt calmly sways in the wind
Go on, climb
Forget about gravity
Let your long hair dance
Clasp the trunk tighter
Forget your fingernails you once clawed
On your husband’s skin
Every time he returns home
Scratched by different fingernails
By different sins
Think not of gravity
Of falling down again to his lies
And the horror of little mouths sucking
Your dark nipples raw
Climb higher
Forget about your hair
Your skirt
Your breasts
Your clit –
There is no woman
Only trees

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