"Cleopatra stayed in the sex of her jacket..." More Perihelion:
Bob Sward's Writer's Friendship Series
A quick list to poets featured in this issue:
My Jacket
I was wearing my jacket when I got home.
Into the evening and through the apocalypse,
Cleopatra stayed in the sex of her jacket;
A pianist played out its silk;
When I got home I noticed a mirror.
The house emptied its windows.
I put all of it on and on.
I remembered it in a mirror.
There was chill the color of pewter.
sweet harmony and the threading of needles.
through tea, the division of sand,
meandering soldiers.
he rubbed it and rubbed it smooth.
An alloy of tin and copper.
A jacket was in it.
Something was sewn inside.
I wrapped everything in it from out.
It yawned like the evening.
Afraid of the moon
I avoided my look in it.
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