banging in the body,
and the brain
lolling in its bed
like a happy baby.
At your touch, the nerve,
that volatile spook tree,
vibrates. The lungs
take up their work
with a giddy vigor.
Tremors in the joints
and tympani,
dust storms
in the canister of sugar.
The coil of ribs
heats up, begins
to glow. Come
here.
“Yes” by Catherine Doty, from Momentum. © Cavan Kerry Press.
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Wow. I bet Reverend Mother rushed herself to the emergency room after glimpsing you for the first time. Sounds like heart attack symptoms.
Break this out on the 50th, it will probably be more apt then.
Happy Anniversary. I hope it was as grand a day as it was 21 years ago.
Hearty (no pun intended) congratulations to both of you!
Happy Anniversary, Stewarts!
Here’s hoping the next 21 are just as wonderful for you!
Congratulations!!
congratulations.
i’ve been married 21yrs too, if i add em all up.
congratulations.
and many more to you.
(years, not marriages)
Well done. Did you see this?
Congrats, NW! I’m sorry I’m so late to this party!
I’m also late, but congratulations! That’s a cool poem! Racy!