by: Heather Haley
in Poetry on Nov 16, 2009
Hooka squats on carpet, Buddha-esque.
Undulating spirals of sapphire
smoke hula up her nose. That buzz.
That buzz that slows your blood,
by: Heather Haley
in Poetry on Nov 16, 2009
How to remain
thin. Abstain. Abstain from eating
food. Calories kill
the fat rats first. If she could say No
and balance Belgian truffles
on her tongue briefly before spitting
them out, she might remain. Live
long. Enjoy fruition. By shunning urges,
she could linger-dainty as a colt's
foot-deploying her charms raw,
dogtrotting a straddled chocolate Arabian
through mazes of lane. She could retire
to her body.
