the platitudes of willful resemblance

saw this image on a friends blog and it immediately struck me as something I should write about.

early childhood/ late summer life

found you

standing backyard, hiding from

the boys teasing your name

around the corner.

the image of Plath or Sexton,

and sometime

dancer.

but here is what I want from you:

follow though

burn their eyes out,

kick their balls so hard they’ll think of you

fifty years later.

then go

go

go

be someones little girl again

and wait for branches to untie leaves

and wither in fall

before you stop dancing.

– Hoc Scripsi

wanting the birds to sing in winter,

I stoop to pet a plant
inadvertantly knocking over the light fixture.

I miss every painting I’ve ever sold.

 – Hoc Scripsi

Image Courtesy of Magpie Tales #57