Notice
by Crystal Curry

 

Ash limb askew
                              out the orange chiffon
silver deposit in the uterine stretch
& built that house built every inch
what's his is his to his
                                            transgression
is mine is a gingham field dressed know this
you don't step on look at put one toe on--
it's called a law
because it makes
us one devised civilized fenced
acre on shady you nothing no tantra
no Kleenex flowers
                                     no champ selliezees

 

 

 

Other poems by Crystal Curry in ActionYes #1:
Decree
Toast
Teaser
Warranty