fourth wife by stephanie yue duhem
I am his fourth wife soft as the dilapidation of houses in hill country.
Like certain clouds I distinguish myself from ash.
I delight to discover hardwood under carpeting
men’s wingtip shoes lissome oil bottles a coyote sliding backwards on an icy pond.
My uniform rips open to divulge a happy blue torso!
across which is written: Cataclysm moves me I regret to say.
Colors pass over the sky like shift workers.
A cygnet extends his bill one moment before beating his wings.