Again again again

Amy Lipman

What I want
Is reflected in
A moon to pray to
And a witness to kneel with
In front of that moon
Watch while I learn my life
Someone who will
Hold my attention

These worlds of bodily waste-
Unanswered questions,
And kisses are lives that are breathed into mouths-
All love and leave me
Flooded on shores
I’m told by ruach
We all speak in tongues
That all of these wrongs
Will lead me to your door

I've Got An Itch

amy Lipman

All my poems start the same
These days

Baby this
And baby that
And maybe I’ll never.
I don’t even
Have you
And
I’m not your mother
So quit asking if I can see
Anything
That you’re proud of

When I opened my eyes
I saw
That you wouldn’t stop looking at me
I replaced my eyes with matches,
And there’s nothing you’ll strike
But since the sun
Lives in yours,
Mine laid on the floor

You, child, you, cling
I’m a book
And you're too clean for words
But know that you’ll
Need them
When the world revisits
Its words
Left to rot inside of
Young girls
And they do
How they do turn to women

Thanks

amy Lipman


Oz

Don't teach me flight
I'll walk to you

Use your patience with me
To form new words
I shook and stood
Your hands
Down my back
I didn’t have words
You knew I’d still speak
Asked if I’d stay
I said Yes
I meant Yes

Get Gone, Little One

More to life than
His life and mine
Haven of Towering Things
God of heads of pins
Of bones in our ears

Some hear bells
I hear the ground
Bones left in the sun
Find a body
Bones of my body; the desert
Bleached pallid for burn