Stella Brice

OF MOTHER NIGHT

Back when I had cancer
In me no thing held edges.

My notebook exploded in
The garden with lizards

Speaking lizards speaking
At the gate & the radio of

Mother Night was tuned to me.

But now when I think of
That famous year I can’t

Help but shiver.
Yet I do dwell on it:
I lead myself astray.

Why?

What is leashed inside my house?
Who is squeezing very loud?
Which busy mouth is screaming small?

(This morning a hand grabbed
My body in the bath.

Then the stomach of the sun darkened.
& I was forced to leave the day.)