June

June:
a thick and fine
fat
month
sweat slicked
pestridden
sprawling with orange and purple blooms

oh she is wide, not shy
straddles with forks and suckers
June has a smell to her:
mint and sweat and green tomato leaves

June doesn't fit
into the neat dress skyblue
you wrote for her
the glorious bulk of her bulges
June unzips it

June lays her down on the porch swing
wears her sweat sheen
like bling
June frizzes in that thick hot air

June laughs too shrill
cicada long,
her marigolds and zinnias
all clanging together

June is a fine, wide month:
June doesn't care.

she

miurian, infurled
like petals pressed
and pleated
some extravagant flower
of emotional analysis
folded and packed
girdled into this bud

bugridden, byzantine.
Complex, compressed--
We never had the key
for your retrieval.
When will we see
the sail unfurled, sunglaring,
magnificent bloom--