Spring, you bitch – Gladys Justin Carr
How blood-stained & beautiful in one breath you are, announced by your advance guard the things with feathers, squeaking, squawking some call it song I say cacophony in b flat dear sugary spring with your stupid bonnets & boutonnieres I could use a wintry drink on the rocks to crush your mash-up of rapture regret enchantment delusion oh you are so overrated my beloved, neon costumed, shaking down the heart bursting it with long-stemmed short-lived dreams how little they know you, the lovers on the splintered bench gazing at your big-haired blooms while you dance in daylight saving time leafy, clotted color-gorged, sun lashed trees loaded branches like shotguns buds taking aim.
Gladys Justin Carr is the coauthor of Edge by Edge (Toadlily Press, 2007), which includes her chapbook Augustine’s Brain—The Remix. A three-time Pushcart Prize nominee, her work is featured in The Best of Toadlily Press (2011) and has appeared in over 80 publications, including The New York Times, Ninth Letter, Spoon River Poetry Review, North Atlantic Review, Potomac Review, and International Poetry Review.
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