Rhizomes

I dream of celibacy but reach for desire.                    

In my dreams I am always      reaching          

And waking to find the butter-battered fish

Again!

Has slithered

just into the sinking mattress

It leaves its clabber congealing on the wall

 

These are our mOrning wOes pulling on the each

and

These are the crises looking up their lineage

 

The ferns

Taking humorous hold above

   the redwoods.

You take one, you take them all

 

I am with you tonight, Deleuze,   

Among the reaching rhizomes

Meeting in the midst

Our knobby bows know no other tangle

 

I see the river nudging its soiled mouth

on my hands

An ocean heading through a crevice

A golden light around the corn stalk

 

but they will not tell me their secrets

and I have told all mine

 

© Jennifer Chaussee

 

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