Michelle Bitting: Drive
I do love driving Mama in it
now along the coast highway, cranking the windows, folding the top down so the stiff fishy
breeze stings our noses and make our curls fly off the backs of our necks.
Michelle Bitting: Before Disappearing into the Fog
here near the sea
soaked in fog
where feathers of radiance
streak the sky
the blood of light
Michelle Bitting: Sudden
I wanted to come home transformed
and be surprised by the flickering
in our radically impermanent
robes
Michelle Bitting: Savior
Who will be called to save the world?
No one knows
but the beast rides farther into green,
its mane swaying to the trill of a violin.
Michelle Bitting: Reporting Back
Those free-floating cabezas—
ancient, adrift
on song-strung shores
are always ready to party.
Michelle Bitting: In the Museum of the Dream Where I Am Falling from the Sky
And waking, realize I’ve gotten my suffering all wrong.
Michelle Bitting: Now at Holiday Time I Think About the Moment I Heard You Passed On
a stone’s throw from lots
where talented Sharon Tate expired and Jim Morrison
fluttered psychedelic, fiery birds rising from the boulevard
of broken wings
Michelle Bitting: The Great Fire
When plague grips a grand city in its pitch and airless
fist, flames bore holes in flesh that the rats sing
sweetly through.
Michelle Bitting: Pandemic Mask Sonnet
The world’s gone mad at the wheel
While bees and seas soar for bloom, germs and chaos
Straining against reorder.
Michelle Bitting: Ode to Sex with You
lips two wild pulsing fish
swift bubbles of nothing
moaned into the air’s
naked ear
Michelle Bitting: Walls
Worst I had to deal with, well, I suppose that time my son was shut in a padded room and shit himself at the special needs school. He was 13 and having one helluva wiring crisis. I got called to come get him after he graffitied his feces across white walls.
