Dear Hip, you who made me, snug socket,
master of the pivot, pea in a pod, bat hanging in its bone cave.
Through sinuous turns you made me sinuous, hip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cross-legged child to woman with legs.
Dancer taking on hip hop kids, having clacked
Round moguls of ski slopes. The turn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What would be crux. Lap maker, taker. Open
open to flights of love, supple translucence,
tasty weightless all supple flesh. Open-legged<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to deep creation, crowning heads of my babies.
Wandering poet, shooting from the hip.
Bones with their gelatinous lip get chewed out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I said, surgeon, let me still shoot from the hip!
And welcome the newcomer, welcome.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Dear Hip, you who made me, snug socket,master of the pivot, pea in a pod, bat hanging in its bone cave.Through sinuous turns you made me sinuous, hip. Cross-legged child to woman with legs.Dancer taking on hip hop kids, having … Continue reading