Kathy Lou Schultz
from The Sonneteer
Quickly I press a narrative into service
to substitute for the leaky centerNow in the Mid-Atlantic southern flavors
the itch you cannot scratchOr girlhood a thing I’ve parlayed for cash
a kind of uneven barter that justifies my existenceEven past hoping for hope or wanting for want
implosion the next order of businessWhere lust is altogether unbecoming
take cover from hungerI imagine a “you” to meet the “me”
that keeps flapping its gumsUnder and over, and in between
passing static across time zones