Inconvenient Moments

A bright day.

You in your white dress,
like a bound foot:
a vision
of submission;

so small,
if you turned sideways,
you would almost
disappear.

The sound
of grating steel
against glass.
Gasps.

My ruined white
Ford.

My lesser self
in the parking lot,
trying to parce together
the pieces of my rage
with cellophane
and duct tape.

All the while,
the pearls
around my wrist,
they're wrapped in metal chain.


--Alicia (2012)

Poetic Irony

You prayed for rain,
Your eyes closed and head back,
Standing prone,
Arms out and hands wide;

A brazen invocation
At the static sun.

Now you cower
In ionized air,
Streaked with the
Weight of your wished fate.


--Alicia (2012)