On Red Days by Amanda Earl

“Love! That red dress—year after year”
–Anne Sexton, Menstruation at Forty 

 

I call down
the angels
they spread 
their wings
in flight
we cry 
and soar 
over 
the world 
too small
to contain 
our agonies  

I fight with 
my body I
am the anti-robot
I rust the air metal 

I wish for alchemy
to turn me to gold
not this clotted 
pathology of
endings

 

Copyright © Amanda Earl. Originally published in Electric Garden (Tree Press, 2017).

 

Amanda Earl is a polyamorous poetesse, editor, publisher, fiction writer, essayist and visual poet. Kiki (Chaudiere Books, 2014) is her first poetry book. She was inducted into the VERSeOttawa Hall of Honour in 2014 and won the Tree Press Chapbook Award in 2017 for her chapbook, Electric Garden. She’s the managing editor of Bywords.ca and the fallen angel of AngelHousePress. She lives in Ottawa with her husband, Charles. Her life and creative goals are love, pleasure, whimsy, exploration and connection with fellow misfits. Find Amanda on Twitter at @KikiFolle and Instagram at @earl_amanda.

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