From 'The Wind in her Daughtership's Majesty'
The wind is my mascot
I shall not want
But even the wind
Is owned by names
And struggles against its hand
wind wind
the wind so high
rain keeps traveling
through the sky
so fine so pretty
She’s the girl from the golden city
Los Angeles, Heliopolis, Gold Rush lands of San Francisco
Willa and Clio and Emma and Zara and Sara
in a line in a row in a clutch
Gonca, Siarita, Helen, Angelakis, Eleni, Evangelia, Tatiani
Athens, Istanbul, Barcelona
Rosa, Carolina, Charlotte, Seline, Lucinda, Vasiliaki
line them up mix them up
wind the wind
The snow comes scattering
from the sky
in mourning or just likes black
on the prowl or just likes cleavage
making it up as they go along
picking through the debris to make temporary deals
How can they know they daunt
in their bright efficiency
raise fear in those fumbling to get closer
Do I or don’t I will I won’t I
rolling the dice and
watching the watchers as they promenade
Helen Sonja Olivia Petra Caitlina
struggling against the hand of their wind
But we wouldn’t call it that
they say
What’s in a girl sugar eyes
yes she could might or would
With my heavy watch on I
take my Father’s pulse
turn to deflect
the protagonist’s punch
Edited by Laynie Browne