Artwork by Chris Boyko. Image courtesy of the artist
Radio talk raked white
by spilled coins of rain, and
I dip in a dream of my lion:
naked on a rock of twilight
with math under his nails,
he lips the air near my neck
as he showers. My lion licks me
like his Serengeti coat, but I
am not his coat or his prey,
I am his girl in a shower, each
long and little length of me.
(Don’t forget to carve the bark
of grief with our names.)
~ Jen Lagedrost
Jen Lagedrost studied art and culture in Mexico; French language, theatre, and archaeology in France; and religious diversity in India. During her M.F.A. program at San Diego State, she taught Creative Writing and worked as an editor for Poetry International. She is currently working on a folded origami found-poetry collaboration, a project that will be exhibited during National Poetry Month this April.
