After he'd gone,
she found money in the sheets,
fallen when he pulled his trousers off.
Gathering the coins into a small pile,
she set them on the window ledge.
They sat, gathering dust, guilt,
until one day her husband
scooped them into his pocket.
Small change for a call
he couldn't make from the house.
from Snakeskin Stilettos
It is the longest day,
the orange sunset on the black horizon balances
the orange moon rising through black clouds;
one horse is the shadow of the other, light
and dark are in my heart; I am equidistant
from north and south, east and west.
Three hundred and sixty degrees
I have surrounded myself with guardians:
gods and dragon dogs and multitudes of birds.
The wind still worries at me though;
it comes from all directions, changeable,
finding every crack in my defences,
laying low all manner of things, my rest,
my senses, my delicate blossoms -
I will plant only what can survive.
from Miracle Fruit
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