Vernal Equinox

Vernal Equinox T.J. Anderson III (bio) so much I could be were it not for this slug sloth cadence incandescent in the unbroke saliva strand warp of crocus stem choke my lip periphery glistens my hang nail looks my esophagus of creamed speech banters tight walled battlements so much I could be were it not for this tongue barrier on torso steps brimmed with thousands tortured where to set the cacida eye cap when to release my thorax into a rib bone tornado funnel tadpole scum climber I am a ring of branches skeletal in night’s maroon teeth an obelisk left stabbing the Sahara a tabla black beat of backs Spring, I could beam anew and raise my crushers like a vinegarroon at the table like a dung beetle drowning in its stink spittle like a blue cuckoo wasp struck by music’s metallic weave T.J. Anderson T.J. Anderson, III is studying for the PhD degree in English at the State University of New York (Binghamton). He is author of At Last Round Up, a collection of poems. Copyright © 1998 Charles H. Rowell

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