The Gypsy
Green solar plexus envious
fastidious and plagued in dis-ease
bikes to ride past your house
eye balls on springs and wide open
glued hairs in scrapbook
voodooed photographs and bottled tears
grimaced grew cats teeth and whiskers
grew a warm layer of fur
scratched you+me on my bedpost
and voodooed that too
stole ten dollars from the grocer
stole ten persimmons and thirteen oranges
sold persimmons and oranges on the bridge
sold collages of voodooed photographs
sold tears as divinity potions
glittered the cement with golddust
grinned despite green chakras
and hid envy underneath my shawl.
portrait of the lady in a big blue hat
so this squishy underbelly fleshy tender
pescanoce-nectarine tummy
your pink-white fruit
juicy
dangle gently
swaying
with the movements of limbs
arms like snake trees
long limbs
fine form of genetics
praises and salutations
to grandparents with good family planning
generations of high cheekbones
thick shiny hair
straight legs
& fine noses
like thoroughbred
you are agile and conditioned
high strung
high society
with hat (bridle)
hanging precariously
tipped over one dainty ear
you careened
on heels of crocodiles
on carpeted boulevards
into studio
out of navy blue diane furstenberg
you undressed
splashed onto canvass
and became
immortal.
Jennifer Wesle is a Canadian writer/artist/musician. She is working on a poetry manuscript and studying English and Psychology. She leads a semi-nomadic life and is currently living, finding inspiration, learning Italian and eating in Italy.
