Tossed Into the Air

It’s possible marriage flings candelabras against the void.

Also possible: marriage implodes into the Milky Way.

Shall we speculate upon what mansion and brothel have in common?

Nope, let’s mutate. Enjoy our asanas, our cups of blankness.

The strange wine of error: how long it’s taken to get the vintage just so.

Judith Taylor is the author of Curios (Sarabande Books) and Selected Dreams from the Animal Kingdom (Zoo Press).  This poem is from Sex Libris, recently published by What Books Press. She lives in Los Angeles and co-edits POOL: A Journal of Poetry.
*Photo courtesy of Savvy Librarian.
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