caught

burning at both ends
with her hair in knots,
her feet tangled in haste
and the tough winter grasses,
she wakes to a sudden thaw
fleeing from tomorrow.

last night i dreamt

i was a princess; this morning
i looked out with disoriented eyes,
dizzy like the laughing child of five i once saw
in Venice, strewing confetti
as she spun along the quay
in a pink dress and plastic wings, flying;
i saw the words you
had spilled at my feet,
picked them up piece
by piece and tucked them away
in the empty space between
your arms and
the center of my soul,
safe for a rainy day.

solitude of a sun at midnight

awake from dreaming, she
hoards this unbearable
weight, keeps it
hidden between mountains
and the folds of her soul.
she holds the minutes close,
gathers them together like
down feathers or memories
to ease the chill of her skin;
unties the knots,
shaves her legs,
rocks back and forth
on naked haunches
in a room closed off by darkness,
looking for meaning
with her eyes closed.