Anna Marie LaForest, two poems


SUCCESS

Hair modeled

like a dipped cone

pace clipped

speech honed

in finely chiseled

tongue

hands flash

smartly sleeved

underscoring

well-buttoned points

only your eyes

sucked back and strung

with strain

betray you

like dishrags

in a kitchen drain

sticky

brittle

wrung.

THE ARCHAEOLOGIST, THE BURGLAR, AND YOU

All risk discovery. I am the ancient bowl ever so carefully nudged from dust with soft tools and a brush trapped so long under the earth air itself could crumble me. I am the bisque-fired fancy dish the thief hides in his sack little does he expect my silent alarm his gloved hands fumble and I am about to drop and crack. I am the one you chose to kiss split-second, soft, sympathetic no slobbering dog or sticky kid Judas or anyone peccable ever rose to this – Take care in your discovery fate has me uncommon primed the knowing rush of your lips rings bells and I disintegrate as if by design.

Anna Marie's essays, poems, stories, and theater reviews have been published in The Sulphur River Review; Washington Opera Magazine; Intermission Magazine; The Broadkill Review; Vine Leaves Literary Journal; and even on a cereal box created by LaPalabra Café Press in Portland, Oregon. She won an award for her poetry in the Grand Rapids, Michigan, Healing Cancer Series in the early 1990’s.