Sarah Clark

Beach Trip

Tampon sex

is tulip rape

on maternal love.

Twist of olive.

Cold custard

lemon-face.

Organic muscat grape

with labia.

Car Wash

Sit between the third

and fourth alarm.

Fifteen minute spike–

milk-teeth.

Hit the drum

if he tries.

Unless you want it.

Say you must be tired

exactly.

Betrothing cherry.

Starburst.

Transvaginal

One side of me

ripped–

pinked-up chicken,

cold kitty

in the snow. My sister

does standup–

coffin humor,

our best defense.

Where the baby tore

through and the cock

mechanically limb

from limb. Rosehip ovary

sweetly sings. Uterus-

camera souvenir.

Fresh-foil cupcake.

The First Year

Garage-freezer,

the side of beef

and rooster-

head. Surgical,

buried.

Depression

like yeast populates

the lock.

My chapters–

wingless–

mean

without you. Milk

soup leaks

and leaks.

Movie Night

Lipstick is a complete

expression–

ocean vanilla–

wax–rose

on the lip after you’re gone.

Car keys complete

cherry tree of nerves.

Your body on the marquee

is so completely body.

It’s not to look closer–

only between.

The body on the marquee

is never body, but you

have to choose.

Your purse, your purse

in sad repose.