DIANE DI PRIMA ~

 from Loba [She-Wolf]

(as her own fierce imagining of a female Coyote-like presence)

I am a shadow crossing ice

I am rusting knife in the water

I am pear tree bitten by frost

I uphold the mountain with my hand

My feet are cut by glass

I walk in the windy forest after dark

I am wrapped in a gold cloud

I whistle thru my teeth

I lose my hat

My eyes are fed to eagles & my jaw

is locked with silver wire

I have burned often and my bones are soup

I am stone giant statue on a cliff

I am mad as a blizzard

I stare out of broken cupboards

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Diane Di Prima