ayaladn

Persephone,

persuasion’s

self, would

float upon

volcanoes

for a bit

of sun &

sing thereon;

Pallas on

an Ossan sofa

heard her,

& was there,

shoulder &

shoulder

almost a

silence in

each ear,

merely said,

‘You can do it’

I’m so bad

in corners —

I’d rather be

a circle;

what to do

but spit

& lift

both feet —

tell me now

how to do it,

where the

wall- wood

& the other,

like a kiss,

leads thru ‘m

a spot align

across a stage…

two ballerinas’

polka dots

& tap shoes,

one red cape

Abdullah

calls to his

assistance,

Abdullah,

who says,

‘Right hand,

man, but

I cannot

do it, let

me call

Abdullah,

he’s a temp;

shall he

take it to

your sisters –‘

They are upstairs

at the TVs

watching

‘Happy Daze”,

but the youngest —

what to do —

she’s reading,

really,

‘Happy, spelled

the other way’,

& Abdullah

is finishing

her nails —

I give it

up to her,

her list of

baby names