Sarah Sarai
Beyond Reach
By sleight-of-hand
her fellow
copulator keyed into
a studio of sheets
and walls a matching floral,
a singing room from
Les Parapuilles de Cherbourg,
autrefois,
and copped a snatch of
her warm brain
to sell on a green island glittery
like Dr. Moreau’s.
San Francisco nights
in a lair
were squawked by
the ruffian-breed,
half- human blue jays,
half over the edge with details
like frayed twine odd strands of hair
and sweet grass
scattered on sheets red
as sky aching that daylight
stay and stay.
The selling was cheap. But ]
the punishment nil. Another
saint-lost-in-ecstasy,
this woman beyond reach of
a million stupidities,
zip-locked against smirks and
legalities of any too- eager for facts.
Sarah Sarai’s Geographies of Soul and Taffeta was published by Indolent Books.