THAT MY BODY WAS LUSH
I seduced my undoing
and trucked the fast lane out.
Giddy from motion, I never
felt that the axe had taken.
That my body was lush
I was chosen, attended to, adored.
with their pale, trivial limbs.
There was much—of this—touching.
I am not a depressed sofa
or a mattress, or a wine bottle
drained of its worth.
This could be camping…
Yes, it’s hard to breathe lying down,
but I linger for who knows who
to set me upright, throw me
over a solid shoulder and truck us back
to the beginning. I could be green
again. My maiden ring still
I do ache for my extremities.
Bio: M. Nasorri Pavone is a graduate of the University of California at Los Angeles and lives in Venice, California. Her poetry has appeared in The Cortland Review, River Styx, New Letters, Harpur Palate, The Midwest Quarterly, DMQ Review, La Fovea, Slant, Roanoke Review, and elsewhere. In 2015 she received a Pushcart Prize nomination from Pirene’s Fountain. Her first manuscript made it to semifinals for the Blue Lynx Prize competition and was a finalist for the White Pine Press Poetry Prize. Her work also appears in a recent anthology: Beyond the Lyric Moment (Tebot Bach, 2014).