COASTAL CAROLINA FAIR
WITH GAY BOYS
Those who never forget how to play:
which are they?
to look lovely.
Prescient as women, they see
the image in another's eye.
Who keep alive
in waists and lowered looks
for me the older motion of a boy
who too disdained me in his most pure moment.
The shadow of his nose lay on his cheek
cast iron in the moon.
In his unsettled voice the wind
Who mount the constellations of machines--
the electric swing,
its cupola whipped and scrolled like bridal cake--
out and out and over the tents
of Jolly Dolly and Electric Man
and Girl Alive who Has No Bones
until World's Smallest Family dwarfs to ants,
far over the Four-Winged-Duck, monstrous in flight;
each strapped in his bucket tight about the groin
and by a silver chain hanging on.
from her book of poems
Folly River, 1980