a poem by Willie Smith
gladiator a net. Casts blouse and skirt off. Flips into the audience black
stilettos. We migrators-from-reality duck.
twang of an Appalachian diphthong thong. Sheds, python renewing the
moon of her skin, nylons.
for snake eyes -- flashes of paradise. Blows the bridge of a kiss, wriggling
off stage. Leaves behind a heap of cloth, whose heat fails to penetrate the