Issue 15
Whim
Jayne Pupek
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Myth
We dream colors
while sleeping in the curl
of an egg. Yolk
stains your tongue
blue, and tastes like ink,
so you scribble
on cave walls
the stories we remember,
stories yet to take place.
You chase egrets over stones,
hoping for quills.
When I wake, my mouth
is washed in green.
Look at these fins,
these layers of scales
over oily skin. I'm a mermaid,
bare-breasted, craving salt
under ochre skies.
I pull weeds from my hair
and long for the sea.
You write it all down.
~Jayne Pupek
Jayne Pupek lives near Richmond, Virginia. Her work has appeared online and
in print publications, including SageWoman, Moondance, and Studio
One. Work is forthcoming in Permutations, Coffeehouse Poetry, and
Smokelong Quarterly. Email.
© 2004 by Jayne Pupek. All Rights Reserved.
© Copyright 2004 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.