the words grace me with their presence,
they don't always choose to step
delicately into the world, pink shoes
treading softly over the white horizon.
- from invitation by Mackenzie Connellee
All by myself I am a huge camelliacamellia a plant native to Asia, with large flowers typically red or pink in color
Glowing and coming and going, flush on flush.
I think I am going up,
I think I may rise——
The beads of hot metal fly, and I love, I
Am a pure acetyleneacetylene a colorless, flammable gas that produces a high heat under pressure, used for torch welding and the cutting or purifying of metals
Attended by roses,
By kisses, by cherubim, cherubim plural of “cherub”; high-ranking angels mentioned in the Bible, often depicted in paintings as winged babies or toddlers.
By whatever these pink things mean!
Not you, nor him
Nor him, nor him
(My selves dissolving, old whore petticoats)——
- from Fever 103° by Sylvia Path
the sunset of me a flock of galahs screeching the sky