Breathing the Green Girl

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.)

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The first three lines are perfect. But then I'm not feeling it until "My arms..", which, that and after is great as well. I think it's the 'Saguaro', but I suppose it works. It's not like it is terrible or anything, I just personally don't like it. But all in all, well done.



'Tis the season to shovel enormous amounts of watermelon into your mouth while hunched over the cutting board like a dehydrated vampire that hasn't fed on blood in four hundred years and the only viable substitute is this questionable Christmas-colored fruit.
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