Roberta Lawson

Cento


Finally, he wants to write…


The secrets of the girls childhood

finally tumbled -

especially if they’ve been mishandled.


Reassuring benefits

dress in a handy, pocket-sized format.

Fancy.


(You don’t need to do anything.

This is not the novel he wants to write;

this reassuring tracker of girls.)


These balls of community dough

not recommended for

pregnant women:

The benefits of a

fancy dress blood donor.


You don’t need to do anything

for the fullest, most rewarding life.


Balls of dough, mishandled

like lactating women

speak of this soon…


Handy, pocket-sized secrets

for a serious buyer.



Roberta Lawson © 2009


Wind-Down


Later in the day than

either of us knew existed.

Wrapped up in quiet night-time

and the slow-heat of your body,

curled sage & incense wafts

wind about the room with

their unfurling fingers.


You ask the wrong question,

and like strange magic

my tears begin

a silent procession.


‘Sweetie, what

on earth is wrong?’

you ask me, blinking.


I guess I just felt safe.



Roberta Lawson © 2009



Shopping List


Weak light waking, ivory swan-beak repeated face rape. Pinhole flamingo eyes, pencil heel staccato forehead hopping. Carpet stumble, tumultuous

free-fall: a dizzy seesaw. Hula-hooping illness, silver vibration dancing. Slightly ripped petticoat, earring foreboding. Round discii, cotton muffle flotation. Scratch spider writing, paper forest bouquet. Squeezy white toothstuff. Scooped out stare-faces, barbed prison basket.



Roberta Lawson © 2009