Anne Waldman: Gypsy Nun

After Lorca


She wants to be weaving
imaginary flores:
magnolia
sunflower
saffron
moonflower
all these for
the end of time
In a nearby kitchen
5 yellow grapefruit
ripen
5 wounds of Christ
She doesn't cackle
she gives up her pain
—something outside —
distant—ho —
where did her youth
her sex go?
What reminds her of what?
A white dress loosens
Her heart of herbs, sugar,
of spice
isn't broken
Longitudinal pain recedes
further back
20 suns above blink on, off
on, off

She reverts tension to
flowers, horizontal
light playing
a game over her window
blind

magnolia
sunflower
saffron
moonflower
on, off
on
on