Breathing the Green Girl
I am a cactus girl
of spikes and spines and
wooden needle spokes.
(venus rising—odysseus waning)
como agua para agave.
Saguaro with pot-smack holes,
a nest for the eagle and snake,
an umbrage from the fever. My
arms bent at odd angles towards
the sun. A pauper-penelope:
la reina del obscuro; full of
well-words and balloon-water.
el agua. el agua verde.
(I would breathe water rather
in this full-fathom five.)
