Morning Glories
Slack-throat
dank-skinned
lips sewn shut
a slew of them
hang on the eastern fence:
handkerchiefs twisted in denial,
love letters wrung into a wad,
wizened breasts.
Each belly hugs its seeds
like gallstones. Dead birds' eyes.
Tasted, those seeds would spring
a bursting inflorescence on the brain,
one singe of sun.
I strip, sow them all,
myself tangled upon their rack:
flute-throat
velvet-skinned
taut for the spoiling.
Kristin Camitta Zimet is the author of a collection of poems, Take in My Arms the Dark. Read more.
"Morning Glories" was first published in her poetry collection Take in My Arms the Dark. Permission granted by the author.