confessions of a
buddha-chick
by Ama Zhu
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azzhu
#1
You used to take me while
I
stood there washing - from
behind.
What is it with men? Ironing, or
dishes
and they're suddenly "hands
on"
my breasts
my belly
bending my neck
from behind.
If I'd meant "no"
I'd have left you.
azzhu
#2
Where are the poems you promised
me
for each curve of my spine
each nod
each pause at either end of
sliding
now
azzhu
#3
For God so loved that man
He bent me like a wishbone
Like that first night with
Saul
We were never more than 20 years
apart
azzhu
#4
Remember the prayers we
said
along old Avenue des
Anges?
I lied that night. I wanted
God
and slept with you
instead.
azzhu
#5
I remember the first time I took you
in
you said I had your mother's
hands
for me it was my father's
touch
again
azzhu
#6
unavailable: under
revision
azzhu
#7
absent
I hear you chanting
my names
"I'm 'a love you with the back of my
hand
baby love you with the back of my
hand
gonna..."
fade to grief
Sites that inspire me:
Java
Fridge Poetry
poets4peace
small
reflections
If you have a poetry site you think I'd like please let me
know. azzhu
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