square in the smile, round in the cheeks

I know a woman

with dirt puddles for eyes

& a wit so sharp

it stings your tongue. Carrefour sat at her feet.

high arches made 9

All to wonder what she thought about~

She kept up on the run

through 104 years, meeting me red, meeting me

hot, meeting me..

quiet in her misery.

& her curious joy’ll be our little secret

never content in her years

finding new toys to flip into her spirit—

yellow in her woman, yellow in the sun

I hope she found something

to string life to.

she crushed tobacco

like diamonds—though

she’s a woman of pearls.

many secrets sit inside a woman’s jewelry, ool

Léone, Léone, lady Léone—

peace is on the table,

it’s served in gryo too hot for my stomach

& too spicy

for the tongue she sticks out

in curses, licking the air & remembering god,

ool,

Léone, Léone, lady Léone

I press that you

vive on~

like a dove over water,

just wild wings

with liquid pearls for coatings—

Léone, live on free

like a symphony of strings 🕊