Shelley EttingerMania The tulips! The tulips! Trace rootward my trance state Induced by pinkest rubymost peachy lemonade shades Stupidest stupor! I admit it! I'm ashamed! Tritest daze! Most shameless clichι! Yet the tulips! The tulips! I'm woozy. Oy vey The velveteen petals. The bell-sex-cup shape The clandestine closure the secrets contained The manifest innocence blithe breezy sway Upended umbrella open catch me I'm rain I drop in I tumble cached embraced cradled framed The mother. The lover. The cadre tutor mate The tulips! The tulips! The tulips! The tulips! Track bloomward my mania. It's in an advanced state
Shelley Ettinger's work is in La Petite Zine, Lodestar Quarterly, Blithe House Quarterly, Word Is Bond, Epiphany, Hamilton Stone Review, Glass Tesseract, Mudlark, Pindeldyboz, Mississippi Review (Winter 04, forthcoming Fall 04), and other journals. A secretary at New York University, she is completing her first novel. |