← v10n1, Spring 2011
Poetry · Volume 10, Number 1

The Drama Girls

our desire. We were our desire. We were bird

cries, sudden and more obscene than was necessary.

We were paste jewels glinting in pines. We were

never the lake, but we were the lakeside creatures,

soft bellied, begging. We rolled over to be patted,

and then we put teeth to skin. And then we rolled again.

These days ache. We send our voices out

into air, and air eats them. We are meant to be thrown

stones. Where is the mirrored sky for us to shatter?