I Sucked the Marrow


              I sucked the marrow from the bomb it tasted so right like GMO corn it made me weep how full it was

I knew better than to fall in love with any piece of her rapt body          I mean mine 

                        I was always giving it away little skirt little girl foam curlers I slept on a panel of lights

                                  I shouldn’t take up so much space I should be back in the basket in the cask cowering               but I 

                                                 am light 

                      I am what touches I lick and lick at the shell at the walls of the shelter like flames my arms fly out and lick

My wrong tongue find the transformer find the girl inside            silk fatigues    ermine        And then— 

                                                                                                        red poplin curtains                    a lit eye              & sirens 

"Grasping" artwork by Paula Barkmeier; poem from "Surge," now available for purchase from Tinderbox Editions

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Opal McCarthy


Opal is a poet, teacher, and practitioner of Heartworks Lomi Lomi bodywork. She has served as a writing instructor, yoga instructor, beauty inducer, and healer in Minneapolis, Hawaii, and online. Opal's first collection of poetry, "Surge," a book of wild girls and fierce tenderness, will be available from Tinderbox Editions this fall. Opal is passionate about empowering women to speak their own true words in gorgeous voices—and especially bringing forth the wild, the un-pretty, the secrets, shadows, and splendor within. Learn more at Opal’s website.


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