Still Life #5

Garlic sheds its bridal gown slowly, like those married young

Garlic sheds its bridal gown slowly, like those married young

and waiting for the first time. Leaving a trail of inarticulate white.

To touch is to take for granted. A heroin in stone

statue & held with wide-legs. Each

and every inch a miracle, an ambiguous door frame. From

the deck, we watch Rothko’s geometric sunrise.