by Camille Guthrie
A stretched frieze
poured hill to hill
to a milked horizon
The fetish rubs close
is graspable, laps
at the taffy-pulling rack
She acquiesces to divine rights
This poultice will heave
many handled
rose-sucking waves
for a garish thirst
Erosion in evidence
Post-partum depression
Dismembering nestler
to a precipice
From:
Articulated Lair: Poems for Louise Bourgeois
Copyright ©:
Camille Guthrie
Last updated December 21, 2022