photoart: sharon auberle
Book of Synonyms, p. 997
by
Jeanie Tomasko
valentine,
n. 1. This morning when the cardinal
broke
my sleep, I started thinking Corvette,
cherries, Russian
Revolution. 2. This
morning
when
the cardinal sang on, I thought of beets
and
roses and relentless. 3. This
morning
when
the cardinal wouldn’t stop, I said out loud
I
want to be reckless with desire.
4. I decided
not
to spend the day cutting hearts out of paper
to
spread here on your pillow. 5. Love,
instead
I am going to fledge a thousand
cabernet-colored
feathers to cover my own
small
beating heart. 6. It’s the middle of winter,
who
cares if we don’t last the night?
~
previously published in Sharp as Want
(Little Eagle Press)
