by Suze Allen 9/2022
the word of the day is ansa
when the rings of Saturn
look like handles
from earth or a certain space craft
makes me want to hold the planet like a pocketbook
swing it around
all its wisdom, discipline and karma shaken up
shifting
mixing
with the lint and old chewing gum half unwrapped
gritty with the dust of the days
bits of paper
reminders
about what I gotta do every day from dawn to dusk
for weeks now far off in my rearview mirror
I’d rather think about King Saturn’s mythical reign
golden with abundance and peace
so, I tuck it in my billfold
surrounded by the detritus of ups and downs
to spend for another time
it’s Saturday also named for the God
I fling my resolve to the cracked dry air
frosty with mourning and
take a walk in the crunchy yet resplendent woods
if I threw Saturn in the ocean it would float.
that’s what they tell me
hydrogen and helium
together is perfect harmony
I suck it up
my voice several octaves higher as I scream
if a woman screams in the woods
and no one hears her
did she really?
yes, because she heard herself with her own two ears
and her sloppy swollen heart
my heart
my ears
I was listening
it’s gonna be a day
and there’s a word for it
and all the entails