Today's poem is by Suzanne Frischkorn
My Body as a Communist Country
Its betrayal totalitarian
lit by the slightest brush.
sheets sets off chimes,
return.
Castro, you've nothing in Cuba like my desire.
My body's capitalism,
in a darkened room
Its lyric, the blue light of aging shadows
desire's waking. Ten years from now
my body's exacting power
skin dry as parchment
The scent in our
a measure until you
The minutes I swallow whole.
greedy. It's a slow-jam
keeping time with a DJ.
we'll wonder at this
brooking no opposition.
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from Fixed Star
Jackleg Press
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