COLASSA
Chloe Bliss Snyder
So what I’ve grown fifty feet
since you last saw me and my feet
are just a bit-ish filled with fifty
silver fishes of eight?
You see I’ve found new ways to escalate.
Excelsior, darling, for I’ve still one pleasure,
one true pleasure like one rogue bone —
a wandering coccyx shocking
each inch of my inside.
The rooster searches for his plumage
up my skirts. The sun
in a sundress chafes his fat thighs.
He’d like to treat me like a drum but
he slides light off my bronze fondue
into a binge of blue
where beribboned fishbones
coxcomb thou-sand-thru
silver waves. A stormy door
swing-dances between my shanks.
The only way past me is you.
Chloe Bliss Snyder is a poet from upstate New York. Her first full-length collection, The Panther and Other Poems, is forthcoming from Ornithopter Press this fall.