Suzanne Richardson: July 2021 Poet of the Month
He Tried to Enter Me, Someone/Something is Already There
I don’t remember letting anything in?
I try
to open
for him,
seraphic
hinge but
scallop osseous
process pearl
raw
thumping
clumps
of blood ruby
block
the way. For
punishment
I wear a
wool dress,
walk in circles
in the formal
garden. Heat
treated. Sun
Wash. Cleansing
behind
a rag bush
I reach inside
my fleur-de-
lips. My O ocean,
Mollusca,
growing
inside me? Or
am I growing
around it? The
triple-tiered
porcelain
pavilion
fountain sputters
as I tamp
with my fingers.
Past sunset
striated
sulcus vulva,
inside my
cavern
calculous.
Superdeep diamonds.
Did he empty the sea
inside me?
No, sadness
fills the body
with a gemstone. Forming
in the body’s mantle.
amethyst in
my amaryllis:
despair’s
black pear
in my middle.
Black agate
semiprecious
sorrow
precious
me.
Suzanne Richardson earned her M.F.A. in Albuquerque, New Mexico at the University of New Mexico. She currently lives in Utica, New York where she's an Assistant Professor of English at Utica College. She is the writer of Three Things @nocontactmag and more about Suzanne and her writing can be found here: https://www-suzannerichardsonwrites.tumblr.com/ and here: @oozannesay