tectonic change of mood…


Tuesday / Wednesday 

Tuesday: Happy Face

I trap my shadow.  

I pin it by footpad to the concrete.  

I crush it.  


Last night’s mark, 

A happy face not yet faded, 

Smiles on the interior of my wrist.  


Happiness wanes

At the terminal point 

Of the imagined slice.



Wednesday: Fruiting Zen Magnolia

Have you ever seen the effrontery

Of the magnolia fruit?


Before it bursts open, it appears as engorged 

Labia pressed shut in a modest pink blaze.


Is it Magnolia acuminata or Magnolia

Zenii whose fruit discomfits me,

On a desultory Wednesday 

Morning, in my mourning black shoes?


It unsheathes itself in delirium —


An effulgence of unhooded clitorises!


They burn my face 

Engorged with life. 


A wild orgiastic sight 

In a moment so unsettling, 

So thoroughly disorienting, 


A tectonic change of mood: 






“I’ve written stuff amidst hideous suffering, and it was a way not to be so stuck in the hideous suffering, though it was hard, but also, hard is not impossible, and I didn’t sign up with the expectation that it would be easy.”

— Rebecca Solnit

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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