Tower • Georgia Lundeen

I watch your hands as you paint me

into your walls and unmentionables.

I seep into them like water,

like apocalyptic dye.



Your hands, smudged so beautifully,


bloodied with acrylics; improbables.

I look at them and I falter,

I'd like to give them a try.



Use all your languages for me


until we are raving Unstoppables,

clinking glasses at an altar;

for we are the best Most High.



I love it when you don't look at me;


instead, keep sketching impossibles.

Don't call me Ishtar's daughter;

go ahead, tear down the sky.


 -Georgia Lundeen; from Spare