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Portions
05:32 Mar 09 2008
Times Read: 724

I eat from tiny bowls.

I consume tiny meals.

The smaller the portion,

the greater the grace;

the sweet penitence of longing unsated.



Shrink me down,

emaciate me.

My feet are huge,

my breasts draw down my

center of gravity

until I am my own black hole.

Smooth the hills and valleys

on my back.



Make me a vertical glacier;

a walking ice sculpture,

A pink Venus frozen in a cold sea

who requires no sustenance,

and concerns herself not

with what she eats.







(tm) Varvali 2008

So It Snowed
05:29 Mar 09 2008
Times Read: 725

Am I sick?

Heal me.

Heal him,

Heal us all.

Discharge us from this wretched place.



The robins wait like sentinels

on branches budded too soon,

waiting for a death prattle;



His. Mine.

Anyone’s.



Anything to sate their boredom.

Take me,

I whispered.

I forgive you,

I pleaded.

Take this heat away,

Let the burden pass from me,

from him,

from us.

You promised!

No more deaths in springtime.



Mother was kind,

and listened,

and heeded the pleas of her disciple.

Bad weather returned;

So it snowed.

He died in winter;

and despite the cold,

he reached up

and moved the icy Milky Way aside,

so he could have a better view

of the galaxies beyond…







(tm) Varvali 2008

St. Mark's Martyrs
05:19 Mar 03 2008
Times Read: 736




In the

doorway churches of St Mark's Place

hang the universal signs of suffering;

Etched into the

stained glass plaster,

by needles, by nails, by tears,

the alcove displays

names of the faithful.



Directly below,

the penitents indulge

in the most deathly kind of sacred love.

Fresh track marks,

on a canvas of skin

glisten like holy rosary beads.



They sing hymns of joy,

kneeling in prayer, bent with the pain

at once in agony and ecstasy;



Father, forgive us...

for they have no intention

of repenting.



(TM) Varvali 2008

Lightly Worn
05:16 Mar 03 2008
Times Read: 737

My shoes are hope.

They are the most perfect thing

I own.

They are high heels;

unusual for me.

They have cream and gold straps

with a brown base:

A perfect marriage of light and shadow.

I crave them

and I'll probably never wear them.



I imagine myself in them.

I pretend.

I fantasize.

My mind lives on

in those shoes.

I dream of the time

when I was well

when I was happy

when I was free

when I had the body to wear the dress

that would have gone with those shoes.

And that time came and went

in the blink of an eye.



Never wait to buy the shoes.

Never wait to buy the dress.

Yes, there are a million nights to come

and a billion stars

that flutter into the coral morning sky.

These shoes may see those million nights,

but their owner will be long gone

and far in the ground by then,

as we are only promised this moment.



My sacred stilettos

are a comfort to me,

forever like new,

only lightly worn.



(TM) Varvali 2008

Eclipsed
05:10 Mar 03 2008
Times Read: 742

I pass from indoors to out

And have no fear,

Because my church is the sky

And my host, the air, slips between my lips;

I breathe, and am made whole.

The moon waxes to full,

Drifts in and out of shadow

Between the electric lines

Of a thousand horizons;

I smile.

I know my earth

Has no thought

Of what I wear,

Or how I look,

Or the messy minutiae of my life.

I am confident she will welcome me

With open arms.

The horizon dims;

My moon wanes.

I dissolve into the sweet ground,

When I no longer breathe,

And am made whole.



(TM) Varvali 2008