Friday, April 1, 2011
draft: working title "A Few Notes About CrossDressing"
What binds me to the earth,
which is to say,
what binds me to my body,
are the tight straps
of the camisole and the bright flash of satin
against freshly shaved skin.
It feels not like a cheap thrill,
or the sexed up joy one affords the mad,
it is the feeling of newness,
like how a new car's steering wheel rides the palm
or how a new pair of shoes
and a crisp new haircut feel
in the rush of spring
and the bright A/C of summer.
is the spirit enlarging and enlarging
and reaching beyond its airy walls,
a conjoining of elements.
I just found it pertinent you know,
just in case there were questions
if I am found in the rubble.
What I like:the spiritual imagery, though as a rule I avoid those tropes, very overused. I like some of the lazy meandering rhythm. Will get back to you on the ending