Often, and Without Shame – Katherine Fallon

I can hardly believe in the tulip,

broken and blown. As though it is

near to normal, existing this way

in the world: a silken skirt

flooding down the legs of a girl

standing on her hands, which she

absolutely does, often, and without

shame. Yards of dark dirt housing

inverted women. Proud, commanding:

make of me a currency; let it not last.