The Orange Bowl

by Kelle Groom

 

luxury of a girl
on his chest
he held me down
over the stage
my curved back
his fingers drunk

morning my clothes
still jumbled in the eldorado
through the wet grass & the trailer's icy
--it's meant for sting
in a few hours
(how is he not embarrassed
to have that name)

around my waist,
his work-tired arms
whisky mouth
dreaming
the sheet
red again
where we'd locked
a necklace of dna
i was afraid we'd die
mechanical
setting the alarm

© 2005 Kelle Groom

Kelle Groom lives in Orlando and was raised in Massachusetts, Hawaii, Texas, Spain, and Florida. Her poems have appeared in AGNI Online, Crab Orchard Review, DIAGRAM, Florida Review, The New Yorker, Witness and elsewhere. Her collections of poems are Underwater City (University Press of Florida 2004) and Luckily (Anhinga Press 2006).

 

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