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January Gill O'Neil
CavanKerry Publishing
2009
Underlife represents that gnawing wilderness of thought and emotion hidden away from the external world. The dynamics of race, family, motherhood, career, sex, and, ultimately, transformation are explored in this debut collection. Vivid and unflinchingly honest, O’Neil’s narratives are portals through which we see our lives as if for the first time. These poems make the ordinary extraordinary.
"The Ripe Time"
Each month she thinks her nipples
are becoming more tender,
areolas blooming into wild ginger.
Before her is a bed filled with ardor.
Pregnant, not pregnant,
she is the princess without the pea—
a ball stuck in the pinball machine
that tilts like clockwork.
After making love
they lie on their sides silvered with sweat.
She listens for the soft chirp of her own breathing:
it does not reveal why her body operates
like a failed business.
On this night
where marriage is the only safe place
she can go, her husband holds her,
tells her it’s just a matter of time.
But all she can think about
is this empty house they can’t afford
and the ripe tomatoes growing in backyard containers,
smooth-fleshed and heavy,
falling from their stems.
Originally appeared at Literary Mama.
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2 comments:
Vo..
wannabe bohemian....i'm one on yor wavelength..though..
Namaste from India
God bless yu...Sweet lady..happy to find sumone like yu here...
happy weekend
Beautiful poem.
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