Who Chose Carmen Miranda
by Danielle Pafunda

I rode out on my horse over a thick sting of pleasure.
Land deeded to the bank, the bank eroding with shock
and swivel.  The elder grams frittering, the elder maw
all stuffed with penance.  The paw I had shrugged off
my raw quarters. 

The tip of a cactus needle, which I carried, embedded
from my first bleed to that glimpse from the rock,
served me no longer.  The raised hillock merely
unbecoming. 

Despite the hammer, despite the saddle’s sheen
of treason.  The boulder’s scoff so near my cheek.
It were a pretty yeller daisy, were a doggie at the crick,
were a sparkle penny feller.

Thus, upon encountering the ring, I hollered my thorough yes.

Other poems by Danielle Pafunda in ActionYes #2:
Wherein a Surrogate Ventures, Hazards
Who Chose Lili Elbe