©In Your Bell Jar
Mimi Wolske
Mimi Wolske-Mona
Arizona™
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You spoke words that
melted in my hands
There in the basement
where so many surprises awaited me
So many people in the
basement and then you called Intermission
My thoughts grew
colors that mingled with the roots of my hair
Looking for those
words of acumen
Finding the kind of
love that's going to kill me
Seeing in your eyes this
wasn't a lesson or some children's game
Growing flowers from
a hole dug under the table of love
Naked and
famous was I in your Bell jar
You were singing the
song of Bernadette
Repeating flavors while
lying with your icy statuette
When your balloon
collapsed you called out Author Author
Never understanding
why I suffered from writer's block
If luck were kind you
might have found a roof
Quiet is that crack
in the wall where communication fled
The octopus lovingly holds onto her wolf and pearls
You were the fluid
sacristan of my embellished heart
Naked and
famous was I in your Bell jar
(Abduction, 2005,
Ashley Snow Macomber -- octopus and wolf)
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