A Poem by Lisa Marie Basile

I take baths
       in white milk
& try to close up
as virgins do for you
when you enter.

Love is two bodies
       trampolining

isnt it, my baby?

I am all covered in tears

exhaustive

you tried to leave me
at my own door.

I take baths to fix my face,
doves floating as rubber
in cursive all around me
in the shape of your name.

I take moonglow
with a grain of salt

how grand she figures herself
but she can’t send you babies from on high
with her always-half empty nudity—

—she can’t pry you open
as I do.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Lisa Basile Lisa Marie Basile

Lisa Marie Basile comes from the bloodline of Giambattista Basile, the Italian fairy-tale writer. She is the author of Andalucia (The Poetry Society of New York) and Triste (Dancing Girl Press). war/lock will be forthcoming from Hyacinth Girl Press and Apocryphal will be released by Noctuary Press in 2014. Her work can be seen in PANK, kill author, La Fovea, Prick of the Spindle and more. She is the founding editor of Patasola Press and Luna Luna Magazine, a mischievous and smart art and culture daily for women. She is an assistant editor for Fifth Wednesday Journal and a performer for the Poetry Brothel.

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