FRIENDLY
FIRE UNDER PRESSURE
©Mimi
Wolske, January 2014
All Rights Reserved
(art by Orla Whelan)
Touching
herself in the mirror
She
enjoys his dicktation and
Seeing
the battle of the bulge
In
his pants with prospects of
Friendly
fire under pressure
Two
right hands cling to his slippery slopes
One
tied behind her back
With
love and with sacrifice
No
one speaks while dancing
Bodies
tremble
Fingers
become travelers
Stepping
into the labyrinth
Meeting
the curve and angles of
Latitude
and longitude
A map
in two different hands
The
shell is finally home
Helmet
and both guns sliding in
Like
a sacrificing soldier
The
sea recedes in an all-night vigil
Heart
and fingers beat
The
flute empties its notes
Mountains
rise breathing
Shimmering
crevices cool
The
drying river weaves a pattern
Snaking
through the bush
The flute
shrinks in warm perfume
Two
shriveled sisters soften atop their hills
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