Floral Floundering


This poem is part of a series titled identity. 

The first piece in the series is Strip.’ 

The second piece is Strut(Walks).’

The third piece is Jazz Hands.’

This the fourth and final piece.

I hope one day to hold a rose and kiss it,

to kiss the thorns on its stem and cut my lips- blood

tastes good.
I wear roses on my body-

I wear roses to hide my insolent hips from swaying too wide;
I adorn my long, droopy arms with sunflowers and yellow 

if my blood isn’t warm enough at least its flowers are;
My back is laced with lilies and jasmine-

its scent masks the trace of fear that blows 

like a wanton wind;
My chest is the mantle to the tulips that rise into my throat, 

stifling thought, stifling expression, 

isn’t it beautiful to look at?

I wear pink on most days, brightness attracts attention– is that what I crave? 

The world is looking for something to make blue every day– is that what I’m asking for?

Well I’m no florist but my body can grow pretty things quite well.

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Walks


This poem is part of a series titled identity.

The first piece in the series is Strip.’

This is the second piece.

The third piece is Jazz Hands.’

The fourth and final piece is Floral Floundering.’

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Loose cobblestones rattle under my padded feet:

Cobblestones made of fear, hope and flimsy beliefs.

Eyes drawn to each other are forced apart on empty

Streets- why do we shy away like brides meeting their

Thieves? Ruefully toes curl up in their moist niche,

Lapping up the clouds in their suffocating cotton clothing:

They curl in tandem with my wobbling cherry knees,

Searching their way through other’s sure-footed feet.

Marking lines with my heels, my pivoting rotor hips

Twinkle and wink at passing trees and ask for things

They know they can’t receive: so they blend into

The billowing wind, billowing cloth, billowing skin-

Hidden under a jumble of garments, and stubbornly

Plant their buttocks into the wind and don’t budge

From their silent seats, pulled along on whisper-leashes.