Although it is
night, I sit in the bathroom, waiting.
Sweat prickles
behind my knees, the baby-breasts are alert.
Venetian blinds
slice up the moon; the tiles quiver in pale strips.
Then they come,
the three seal men with eyes as round
As dinner plates
and eyelashes like sharpened tines.
They bring the
scent of licorice. One sits in the washbowl,
One on the bathtub
edge; one leans against the door.
“Can you feel it
yet?” they whisper.
I don’t know
what to say, again. They chuckle,
Patting their
sleek bodies with their hands.
“Well, maybe
next time.” And they rise,
Glittering like
pools of ink under moonlight,
And vanish.
I clutch at the ragged holes
They leave behind,
here the edge of darkness.
Night rests like a
ball of fur on my tongue.
Consonance-repetition
of consonant sounds.
(
Can
be found in lines 9 and 10 of Adolescence III.)
I wrapped scarred
knees in dresses
That once went to
big-band dances;
Enjambment-continuation
of thought in several lines.
(
Can
be found in lines 3-6 of Adolescence III.)
As they glowed
orange in sunlight
And rotted in
shadows, I too
Grew orange and
softer, swelling out
Starched
cotton slips.
Image-language
that evokes the senses.
(Can
be found in line 11of Adolescence III.)
I baptized my
earlobes with rosewater.
Cacophony-harsh,
discordant sounds
(Can
be found in line 23 of Adolescence III.)
And blood
hangs in the pine-soaked air.
Third
person point of view-using
the words I and me
(Can
be found in lines 7-9 of Adolescence III.)
The texture of
twilight made me think of
Lengths of
Dotted Swiss. In my room
I wrapped
scarred knees in dresses
Blocking
of Adolescence III
After
Dad’s death, Mom and I worked in the garden.
The
tomatoes grew in the sunshine and rotted in the shade;
like the tomatoes, I became prettier but grew out of
my clothes.
The
night sky reminded me of fabric with raised dots.
I
wore fancy dresses that covered my scars.
I
wore perfume behind my ears.
The
lipstick in their tubs looked nice sitting next to the
window.
Looking
out my window, I thought about my father.
He
would stand by the spruce tree, with a flower in
his hand saying, “I have come back for you; I
really loved you even though I never said it.”
When
he touched me, all the pain would go away.