Léone
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 🕊