poem: muse for hire, installation piece

thirty day poetry challenge
day 07– ‘cable‘

cable: the night-time, and my mother says
come back quickly do not let the rung-down bees
and sleepers bite
off your testosterone, keep it
quiet in the back of your girl-neck, bending over
the wash and the laundry like we are
the first people, the streaks and the lemonade
rocks billowing up inside
us; do not let us become plastic, fatal
flat art or the curse of my father
leaving like the spring into summer; do not
pull the cable too taunt, keep it snug
as you fall into the dance
your lover or my lover, watching; he says
like the chandelier breaking over
your tongue, I found moth
inside you, I found rust I found
age.

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