• Rich in a past life

    Valerie Salerno

    March 3, 2025

     

    Today, I came down into this body,
    I am humiliated by the lack of legs.
    I hobble on two jelly stalks. People ask me
    wherever I go:
    “Well, what else would you be?”
    No use in dreaming. This is who I am
    now.
    I used to spread my filmy sails.
    Just yesterday , I turned my nose into the gale,
    Many knees limp against the wind.
    No elements missing. Holy whole.
    I would dip my tasting toes into cloying honey,
    And concern myself only with matters of beauty
    and light.
    Many forms of light.
    People don’t understand. Painters do.
    How could a mind be so broken?

    hot white bedrock
    rainbow tissue of the skin where the sky meets the flesh of the dirt. 7 song mirage is real as
    Silver domed temple, beige halo of your best friend,
    it warms your shoulders.

    who needs 12,000 eyes?
    Just two; cobalt, daggered and panning smoothly from left to right.

     

     

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