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  • Alice B. Toklas Speaks
  • Theodora Ziolkowski (bio)

Like a tapestry, our love—we kept threading our waythrough while from your lips

came a room of women singing.My darling, my sweet handsomewoman, you ate words like meat.

Fingers: firm reeds, coral broach:a lizard's eye, you dwarfed me like a tree.Hunting for sound, words hopped

like toads from you.    Gertrude, I wantedto watch you wash your dressand to be your dress, too.

Reborn in the drip of a pen,I was born and thenI was not born again but born

through you. Coddlingmy brow, we did not fallinto love, we collided with it.

Aging, your hands felt like clamsagainst my face when by Marchthe Seine stiffened to a spine. Always [End Page 99]

laughing, the sky broke down and wept,it was so happy. Today the sun rosesour kitchen, our stairs, our parlor. Lately

the dogs out walking seem to be walkingonly themselves. Our room dulls yellowas into and from the paintings you kept

we slipped. They were like wells,we thought. Wells for us to drinkand keep drinking from. You said

you would live inside my words,would climb into my head, wrenchmy mouth open and dive into it. Now

below my feet you grumble.Below me you swell. In Parisyou tried to fever me into

your rainbow. It was those yearsin Paris, in 27 Rue de Fleurs,I toured your vinegar mouth. [End Page 100]

Theodora Ziolkowski

Theodora Ziolkowski's poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Harpur Palate, Gargoyle, Caesura, and Concert at Chopin's House, the latter an anthology of Polish-American writers.

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ISSN
1542-426X
Print ISSN
0032-6682
Pages
pp. 99-100
Launched on MUSE
2013-01-26
Open Access
No
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