If I had a tree
I would carve it.
If I had a pie
I would halve it.
If I had your heart
I would marvel
all over again.
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The symmetry of love
Love is God
antique and electronic,
lighting up the logic
of the past.
The symmetry of love
let loose
holds the balance,
keeps the peace.
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Seat on the board
I told my admirer that men are abundant.
I told him explicitly he was redundant.
I gave him the sack
but he simply came back
and expected a seat on the board.
I asked if he fancied an early retirement.
He said, I believe it’s a basic requirement.
He took me to bed
and seductively said,
I’m expecting a seat on the board.’
He’s easy to hire, he’s harder to fire.
I can’t afford him but still I adore him.
Should I give him a seat on the board?
He blithely agreed that I ought to retrain him
but soon I discovered I couldn’t restrain him.
He entered a bid
for my heart and my id
including a seat on the board.
I had to acknowledge the man had ambition.
I tried to remove him by subtle promotion.
He wanted a share
and it seemed only fair
to give him a seat on the board.
I’ve met many shyer but none I admire.
I’m quick to demote and I’m slow to promote
but I gave him a seat on the board…
I gave him a seat on the board.
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Woo woo woo woo
Woo woo woo woo
singing on the radio.
Yayee yayee yayee yayee
started many years ago.
Not another summer
in a wimple!
Someone roll that lady
in the hay.
Surreptitious
Friendship slips
out the window
when lovers shout
and part.
It may ring the doorbell
later,
when neither hurts
not wants
nor waits.
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Shoulder
He’s a shoulder.
Should this, should that,
should her.
Cold shoulder.
That showed her.
He should should should
offer a shoulder
and murmur
‘How do you feel?’
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Rachel McAlpine
Bliss
One night I shall despise him but this night
he is the great white tame hawk
perched beating at my teeth.
He is the scimitar I carry trembling
down the cliff of my sleep.
One day I shall be ashamed.
I shall speak.
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Rachel McAlpine
(Title is same as the title of a short story by Katherine Mansfield that inspired this poem.)
Negative space
The charms of my apartment
are negative. Doors deleted.
Absence of rubble.
Absence of trouble.
Wax books (hollow).
Shinto gate to nowhere.
Empty. Mysterious. Bare.
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Black and white
Early morning monochrome.
A white teapot
a blackbird
and the news on paper.
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O total Untitled,
would I had time.
O tragic Untitled,
you won’t make a dime.
O tacky Untitled,
why underline
your bright blue crime?
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Rachel McAlpine
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