Poems by Diane Wakoski
This Beautiful Black Marriage
... butterfly wing broken and crumpled like a black silk stocking, ...
Inside Out
... afternoons and a fly buzzing over the Kool-Aid spilled on ...
Belly Dancer
... In hopes that they will not have to experience that unquenchable ...
Blue Monday
... the blue jugular spouting that black shadow pulse, ...
Uneasy Rider
... a sad poet, wanting to touch your arms and feel the muscles ...
Dancing on the Grave of a Son of a Bitch
... represents the entire rent on the apartment and implies that he should not have paid anything at all ...
The Father of My Country
... I did; and I thought my father was handsome and I loved him and I wondered ...
Thanking My Mother for Piano Lessons
... as if I had thrown some part of my body away upon entering ...
The Photos
... I turn away and say I must go on, as I have a dinner engagement with friends ...
The Girls
... uestionsas I, the ugly duckling class brain, did,with my fat ankles,and ass as soft as a sofa pillow ...
