Defenses
of Youth
by M.P. Amram
Derelict
rejections of what I was
come
spiraling down,
blending
like side-burns
the
sediments of me,
I
dare to nurse and coax sweetness
from
a pear and wipe
juices
on my leg to soften it
for
the next forage
suns
that are hidden behind drapes
lacy
with transparencies
opaque
pulpits that guard boundaries
morning
crows' are my ripe sentries
They're
shapes of fruited trees
silhouettes
on shades pulled
behind
what drapes fit ghosts
of
what I think I must leave
with
hinged spectators outside
the
rattles of windy nights
star-borne
sadists that taunt me
until
beds end their fetal fights
and
in the union of the night
as
I lay, spent, betrothed,
addled
with my dignity
in
my bed hat and sheets
that
sieze to fly up to moonlight
glare—they're
ribbons in cells
within
my jailed defiance
yet
I lay still, I quiver
as
beams of vindictive light
embolden
me.
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