A poem by Andrea Rae Perkins

attractive older women

move their skin and hair and it’s the sound of bulls rushing

string their bones to be plucked by no one

are a cistern a druid launches himself towards

are not us but are are like us in that they want too much or nothing

if they’re thrumming rain on a school morning, we’re a big dog on a short leash

attractive older women miss people on television more than they miss real
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leave parts of themselves in vestibules, on landings

get lost in long yellow grasses
causing us to dream they’re cats hell bent into a curl
of night wind but really they’re all root and claw and there is no coin
that can get them back or turn them into a whole other animal

their numbers are sufficient to repopulate the island

sometimes you walk in on them accidentally as they’re nailing their husks to the
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recognize them by their mouths

fickle but fuckable, contained in beauty, with eyes like jars

 

Author Bio:

Andrea Rae Perkins edits the webzine Otis Nebula. Her work has appeared in Zocalo Public SquareGirls With InsuranceNew West, and elsewhere. She lives in Tennessee and Hawaii.

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One thought on “A poem by Andrea Rae Perkins

  1. Laurie Rosenblatt says:

    Love this poem. Do you have a book. Also, would love a copy to share with friends.

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