of
Ana Ortiz
For Connie Panzarino
November 1947 - July 2001
author of The Me in the Mirror
Your shape, as always, is commanding -
A big orange dust devil that sways my car
As I try to navigate between country stations
Before settling on some static that sounds like Radio Soul.
Now I?m the one needing machinery to get around -
You just rotate faster, taking pieces of my desert with you
To deposit in the far places between the worlds.
You have risen in your body many times:
When you awoke past others? doubts
When you displayed past others? desires to hide you
When your women lovers took you
How magnificently you do it again today:
Swirling in the haze as you work your way towards a pulsing sun.
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Connie Panzarino
For Chrystos
Because Western Civilization drains so many currents;
Leaves so many riverbeds dry:
Arid landscapes of minds, hearts, cunts;
Parched and thirsty, aching for rains of desire and light,
I am careful with us now,
We who hold treasured drops of living color
In a monochrome, monoculture, plastisexual world,
And keep guarded the wild forever places
Where life pulses in a rhythm untamed
By clocks and money and shame.
A waterfall of words and touch graces the headwaters
Of what I hide within.
copyright © 2001 Ana Ortiz
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