Jaimee Hills
Good Women
Good women go to the Shake Shack
buy themselves a concrete, kick back
with other women and a spoon,
evangelizing anyone
in the nearby outskirts and haunts
they too must go to the Shake Shack
buy themselves a concrete, kick back
enlightenment in a large cup
of frozen custard mixed with stuff—
blondies and salted caramels
doughnuts, jelly and nonpareils.
When a good woman hears brilliance
she will grasp the message's aim,
good and true, exult and proclaim,
"Good women!"
Perseveration
the persistent repetition of a thought
in those with Huntington's disease
Time is cyclical. Again, the lilacs
bloom in a coiled path, a garden fixture
twirled like a winding staircase, like a helix,
a turret snail shell, springs in the hydraulics.
You're riveted to the idea in nature:
time is cyclical. Again, the lilacs
shiver in your mind—a clock that clicks
into its lock, a self-effacing creature.
Twirled like a winding staircase, like a helix,
your DNA repeats repeats. It frolics
as the mind, unraveling, rewrites its scripture.
Time is cyclical. Again, the lilacs
come back, incessant petals, whorl of calyx.
You live in stoic discord with the future.
Twirled like a winding staircase, like a helix
you dance and the hem of your wild skirt rollicks,
circling widdershins, its silken texture.
Time is cyclical. Again, the lilacs
twirl like a wind. Again. Again. Again.
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The most recent addition to The Mezzo Cammin Women Poets Timeline is Etel Adnan by Joyce Wilson.
Save the date: A Celebration of the Timeline reaching 75 essays. Lincoln Center, Fordham University (Sponsored by Fordham's Curran Center) Friday, October 20th, 7 p.m.
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