|Three Poems by
Suddenly a Male
I will not beat
Or cling to the company of men
Or pronounce a woman
Cannot know my secret.
But I am the
And my father is dead.
Now an umpire calls "Batter up,"
And no man stands before me.
old frog pond, after
thoughts pop up: roiled mold
sloughed anew by the beautiful
When Medusa Visits Her Statuary
She will leave
This is the instant she visits.
Her knife having entered his flesh,
his face records her vow
as a stunned expression.
But she lingers so that his fear petrifies
as hope and his promises to change never finish with
"She does not want me." From there
he could move on to realize her ugliness.
She knows. To withdraw her blade is to cut off her head.