• Carla

<F> Words

Flame

On its way to dust, a large leaf

jumped down

from our neighbor’s tree to look around.


Strolling by on my usual route,

I stopped

to admire tips of green, cheeks of red, and veins of gold—


a collision of existence in one body,

living loudly,

burning its handprint into the sidewalk.



Floating

It is such hard work

to glide atop the water

when you’re not a swan.



Friday Fate

I just pinched my license

like another rectangle

I hold too much

on my second visit to the bank

to cash the same check

in a single afternoon.



Freckles

Leopards do not think on their spots any more than the sky thinks on the stars.

I am a luminous leopard, a constellation in Converse.


No one picks on pumpkins in September, earnestly coming into their own.

The fields of my cheeks grow flush in the early autumn sun.


A drop cloth needn’t cover the colorful chaos it catches.

These facets of my face have been freed from angels’ lips.


So, if you must inspect them, asking whence my freckles came,

I will open my hands heavenward in reply.



Thank you for joining me. I am so glad you’re here!

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