I'm just here where first degree eyes
look at me like loaded dice ,
as each day hangs open
in hurting light like my sex
cut away
&
tied to stalks
of lilies , with nothing else
left to do for fun.
Suzanne Ostro Zavrian
"ANNE LEANING ON A TABLE"
from a painting
by
Avigdor Arikha
Anne Leaning on a Table
is anything but restful,
slipping from the table
as the world tilts
to a gentle and receiving floor;
Anne Leaning on a Table
ineffectually clutches
to stop herself from sliding
down; her hands
reluctantly release it, as
she goes into a deeper sleep,
the pills that she has taken
one by one after having walked
the floor for hours ,
nervously clutching and unclutching
her hands that keep
crumpling and smoothing the note
her lover left her
