Tulips

with Angie LaPaglia



today the tulips evolved
past our ankles
soft pad hammers at our knees

blood-black mouths, bells
they chime
live, live, l i v e
the only other sound is wind.


we have heard the shapes of our bodies
narrow
have felt our lips swell, memory of rain
its smell


today the tulips evolved
past our tongues
their throes and grasps
and into sun


e v o l v e
v e l e v o
l e v o e
l o


Written with Angie LaPaglia

© Brendan Bonsack & Angie LaPaglia
August 2014