refers to Lotus Lilies, 1888, by Charles Courtney Curran


It is how I still
–this delirium river
a fever of openings, lotus the size
of tea kettles–
See them? Two women floating through
a category of nature?
It’s how I still see them,
the way they disagree in all the chores
they do together–pick the lotus,
hook the lace–in a vessel flabbergasted by
beheaded blossoms,
adrift among the living, hovering tattle tails.
One had the bounty, one had the courage,
one took cover, one left it.
The boat held the refuse.

Freelance Destiny

Cloudbase to air

she jets, textile heiress
with guns–in memoire. Where
cloud burst, to air
she streamed in guerre
a Mysteron. Exiled, rare is
Cloudbase. To err,
she jets and texts. …