just ask marge...
2002-10-16
10:11 a.m.

Apologies

by marge piercy

Moments

when I care bout nothing

except an apple:

red as a maple tree

satin and speckled

tart and winy.

Moments

when body is all:

fast as an elevator

pulsing out waves of darkness

hot as the inner earth

molten and greedy.

Moments

when sky fills my head:

bluer than thought

cleaner than number

with a wind

fresh and sour

cold from the mouth of the sea.

Moments

of sinking my teeth

into now like a hungry fox:

never otherwise

am I so cruel;

never otherwise

so happy.

mpiercy from her book "the moon is always female"

peace

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