Final Choices

Madam of curious chaos,
you are concealed in hands
sliding through flesh estuaries.

The sea heaps its love on
as you roll with the tides,
beach and bleach.

You are the twin
that sank before you.

Evicted on the arduous
western shore, you recall
Asian palms, a woven prayer.

And at dusk, you eclipse
the artless, decaying stars.

oblique prayer

emma cannot be

composed

she injects capacities

of life

hits back

in self destructive             exposé

smacks

over the edge

one hand irregular

in sorrow

her man

concerned about

her sanity

finds comfort in a bed

of differing          grace

emma worships him

still

with pure oxygen inhale

in the habit

of a nunnery