Thursday, January 12, 2023

Karen Chamisso, her blues

 

How creep and crawl the future seems
to those of us lying in this house of bones:
rules here the authoritarian spine
and its homo erectus, her jungle gym.
Lumbagos dawn on the painstrewn shores
of all the old girls’ Eldorados.
Oh chiropracter with your spurious art
unspell that post-partum spell
cast on my life force, all obscurely!
Joint sprains, muscle sprains and knots
This is what I gots
Rattling the life force in the house of bones.
These holes I put in the unmarrowed bone
And pipes this song, all alone, all alone.

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