another poem. . .

after the likes of Scott Glassman and Lorna Dee Cervantes (a collaborative effort, whether they like it of not , hehe). Scott and I have decided that great poets don't cheat, they lie. (Careful, it's copyrighted.)

fabric
glow paper
a red match

fabric
finding glitter
bringing me there

fabric
denim eyes
hook and eye

fabric
your eye
stay the white

fabric
your pockets
emptied and gone

fabric
sell me
sell me fire

fabric
garlic quilt
you sweat clean

fabric
strips in
flowers, purple bundles

fabric
hates smallness
wants to taste

fabric
and find
fabric and taste