Self Portrait with Birds in My Fingers

The streaming glow of smart bombs
   on the television screen
dispassionate seeds
bloom from the tenements into blue hydrangeas
and if I’m the rose tinted monster rising
   then I am secure
in my American summer
if the peonies that drunk and drowsy tumble
from my hands
are knuckles tossed—then here’s the real luck,
   the Botticelli gaze
   where I transcend aviary,
each finger on my hand
wears a fluttering
thought for a ring.
Tender Trapper
Rebecca Hazelton

Tender Trapper

Rebecca Hazelton

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