Bikes 2
Susan Brennan
when I arrive, you still want
the unimproved me
a new green of me
spinning spring earth
tossing disks of clay
that’s the way I’ve always loved
from a hungry distance
unreal elastic emotions from space
how they hurl
how they hit the surface
and blue flowers float into stars
I open my mouth to say I’m sorry
the tender of ink of night–
why the fuck is it tender? who knows…
traces daylight shapes
I came here for you
but still, a lover’s voice bubbles
around everything we say
he wrapped me in a towel
said go ahead, be a kid again
you move your hand to my face
we joke about your cruel obsessions
it’s all very soap opera wish I didn’t care kind of acting
can we stay here
one steady day
without chemo on your hairless mind
without runaway daughters chasing candy dreams
without the men we loved and lost
without our girlhood as a sunset
stay with me, let’s make it with Freddy, bucktoothed
and viral, our Queen a la mode our shitty lives
strut and deliver
life’s muse a sailor memory
sexually disarranged
standing on the furniture spun Sundays
you say you can’t remember
from turntable POV
everything sprung in and out of life
the flowers are floating
their little root balls curled and fist ready
Susan Brennan is a poet, screenwriter and activist. Her poems can be found in her chapbooks and book, Blue Sirens (Dancing Girl Press), numinous (Finishing Line Press), and Drunken Oasis (Rattapallax Press) and various publications. She curates poetry programming (WanderWord) at Wilco’s Solid Sound Music Festival, MASS MoCA. With a circus-arts company, she co-produced and staged her poem Chromoluminarism about Georges Seurat’s final painting (RGB NYC). She has written film scripts, a one million hit plus award winning web-series, pitched film stories, and co-produced a short film, of which have premiered at Austin, Venice and Tribeca Film Festivals, as well as a screening at MoMA. Being a part of Lotus's Spring Clover Edition has her feeling sassy through and through. See what she’s up to at www.tinycubesofice.com.