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Kmart 1978
The blue bulb blinks
over there. You
and I are crowded,
legs tangled like
pale branches braided.
Your legs look like mine
until I see your
blue flip flops. You
hum to yourself
and I see you are sleepy.
Your curly head bobs
to the rhythm of your fading song
and the motion of the wheels
beneath us; the blending sounds
of all that surrounds us. I
watch daddy, while you doze
(it has been a long day) and he is happy.
I can tell by his springy,
knee bending, bouncy walk
and the way he smiles at momma,
all square, white teeth showing. Her
walk swishes, skirt flowing
like a breeze blowing
through it, but I know it's her happy hips
that move it, like daddy's smile
has moved her. His
fingers crisscross through momma's
wispy hair. She takes his hand, and presses
the nail bitten ends of it to her small lips,
as we turn down the toothpaste aisle.
Desperado
Last night we rode the windy plains,
arid and wide.
Comfortable in the saddle of your body,
your cracked, weathered kisses,
I held on.
Staring into the stone blue of your eyes,
I could see Montana skies
turn into rusty October sunsets
as your dust fell over me.
When morning shone,
I awoke in a warm ray of light,
with grass and tumbleweed in my hair,
and sand in my teeth.
Back
I want to slide
back into you,
away from noise and light.
I want to feel
the pain of it,
as I push, pull
bruise,
feeling my way
to the center of you,
that waits, blue and empty.
I want to find that space,
fit into its familiar dimensions
and scratch my initials
into your rib, claiming,
calling you mine,
and depend again
on you, your breath,
your blood,
And sleep for days
in the steady pulse
of your beating heart.
"Kmart 1978" also appears in the Spring 2000 Gender issue of Nexus, v.35:no.2.
"Desperado" and "Back" also appear in the Spring 2000 Erotica issue of Nexus, v.35:no.2.5.
Poems © 2000 Sunshine Buzo, all rights reserved
