Anita Mechler: Broad

[Happy Galentine’s Day to all my “broads” out there]

I’m a broad 

with a broad back

I run with my kind.

Still legs thick tree trunks 

ham hocks in motion

Voices singing loud and deep 

A meditative moan

Broad like spreading thighs

In earthly pleasure

Where gardens grow

And secrets keep.

To crowns

Of metal

Or jewels

Or Forest Gatherings.

Hearts of fire burning

The home hearth

Or our enemies’ eyeballs.

Hands that are quick

And deliberate

Hewing stone

And wood.

Hair wild

like sweet grass

Smelling of sea salt

Wind back

The clock

Restart the day

Turn back

To the softness

Of morning.

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