life cycles
Jess Roses
you have a man now. the times have changed
for us.
mine has gone back to the alleyways,
slinking with malintent.
we tied red threads (with intention!)
a Chinese finger trap
a steel backbone against the revisions of time.
men come, and they go, our red knotted net
fills up with them and we
take our pick.
you are (always) my red woman. no matter the men that
come
or go, no matter
the great states of our nation pulling this love
into a puzzle of borders
and highway lines.
bleeding fly amanita and white cap
where the lines meet
growth and death are the same here – […]