Unseasonable Dress
At the edges of re-dressing
each succession in taffeta
hand-sewing slows the pace
for pleasure of investigation
I can get near by.
Much summing up done,
what keeps going is conversation.
What makes me care is why
I am interested enough to inhabit
where an accountant is tiptoeing through \\\ grass.
Laugh of obfuscation
quotes from arguments
had with other men;
scabby mountains are descended.
I dance through Dutch country
part tulips with my toes
leasing long this rented charisma
limberness, utter movement.
I laugh only for my friends
an offering of tears.
I stopped wearing mascara
as a pre adolescent.
So don’t say something for me.
Leaping forward, adding pathos
to an over soppy situation:
We went to custody over lost years --
not certain what really can be saved.
I do not feel sorry
for the woman alone.
I wouldn’t kill her off
in an unexpected way
because we are tired of the story;
we think we know occasions
by talking about them --
Put on this unseasonable dress
of hope.
2003
painting: laurence amelie







