Bear My Broken

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sidestep the manhole
cover
visible crack in the thick
disk
they’ve been known
to split wide
swallow whole
the woman
with red, unadorned cup
falling from graceful
into plastic bags
and gobs
would he still spit
if this was his bed
cemented
under foot
resting uneasy
by the smell of fresh donuts
while heels and trains clack
alarms
to be ignored
in a land trumped
by an illusion of bootstraps
may be best
to burn

December 2015
Julie Ayers

morning fix

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an inexplicable traffic knot
no wreck
or struck deer
remnants of someone’s favorite bureau
strewn
leaves us sitting in the early dark
with our steel encased coffees
and minty yawns
damp heads swiveling
for the reason
we’ve paused
no longer on our way
but forced to be fixed
foot on brake
as we wait
suspended in soft rain
breathing
the sealed moment
before dawn

October 2015
Julie Ayers

Communed

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she’d wondered
if it was somehow wrong
to chew
Body Of Christ in bread form
resting on pink

so she’d let it dissolve
like a lozenge
become glue
on her tongue
trapping names in vain

every question caught
before it could form wings
fly her off
sharp toothed
hungry and unashamed

August 2015
Julie Ayers

Cultivation

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Did you see my garden, by the way?
Petunias and rose bushes
The birds fill the bath and heartbeat
Summer cicadas sing choruses of
Chichachicha and the z’s and z’z

Flowers or stars?
When it is dark enough
Indistinguishable–
Prolific as Perseid

Women are rock stars
Make their own gardens
Are gardens
A heavenly dirt
Stars or flowers?

Soil of the womb
Flesh of the mind
Minding flesh like flowers
Against a dark field
Hearted nebulas

Exquisite Corpse
Andrew, Anne, Dana, Julie, Tricia
August 2015

Matter

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When he pulled on his Union Jack socks
and clipped the bow tie in place
thirty years ago
he didn’t know
that night would lead him
to banana spiders spinning webs
outside his bedroom window
a back lawn crawling with cicadas
their song as loud as a jet’s engine
Planet X spawned dreams
germinated in third grade
realized
three moons of Pluto discovered
two babies named
one kidney donated
a strawberry topped mountain saved

When he first saw her on the steps
of the Yale blue house
hands veiled in white cotton
a pearl button
resting against each clear wrist
he didn’t imagine
nebulas and dark matter
could occupy the same space
he understood relativity
only theoretically
and still had absolute faith
in gravity’s pull

August 2015
Julie Ayers

Design Flaws

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I wish I were different
a more gifted mother
who could crack the world wide
for my tremble fingered children
their hands not designed for a lifetime
of tumbling standard locks

Instead I am just this
remedial version mother
well-intentioned
and tremble hearted
not optimally designed for a lifetime
that demands single-touch cures and water walking

July 2015
Julie Ayers