Be s t

Huh!                                 ridiculous s agg  ing

blue

 

perfect
blue

 

peering through               the thigh

stuffed with

stamen

spent

running     inept

dabs of

not-quite-right                      sir, that’s the         place

we t                         sp outs and                     leftover seeds
diddled

in the warm slap of  his

scraggly hillock

 

Source text: Michael Derrick Hudson, “The Bees, the Flowers, Jesus, Ancient Tigers, Poseidon, Adam and Eve.”

S.J. Crane is a physician with a private practice on Coronado Island. Her poetry, fiction, and nonfiction have appeared in or are forthcoming from The Beechwood Review, the light ekphrastic, Unbroken, and bottle rockets, among other places.