Equilibrium

I’m strutting stratospheric,

embellished and splendid

in my NHS wedding dress.


My mother was here before me,

her father before her, his uncle

before that — lucky, lucky me


— our platinum gilted heirloom hops generations and genders,

our gene pool a puddle of madness


thickened with blood and tear-streaked shrieking saliva.

I’m in my unsilent season,


souped up and bursting,

far too sexy

to sedate. This is my circus


and I am the airborne acrobat

defying my earthly anchors

until they come for me,


saturnine.



First published on Poethead, June 2017.

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