Dragonfly (page 32)

The next poem from Dragonfly is inspired by a girlfriend I had at the end of the '70s, early '80s, fictional but with biographical elements. Morgan Kali Murray Her mother had named her after the car, the MG’s richer cousin, leather belt strapping down the engine cowling. She added the middle name while into Hindu mythology at Vassar. She had always admired Kali’s many arms, the necklace of skulls. But I met her at the dentist’s. Auburn hair like a candle flame above her dental assistant’s whites.                                 Wild, wild nights every Sunday at her basement apartment, she still sweaty from a weekend of riding. Jolene the Rodeo Queen, Budweiser-loving barrel racer. Then Monday mornings, I’d be in the chair, the dentist and I breathing each other’s breath. And Morgan sitting just to my left, a hand on my thigh, smiling through                              a mist of blood and water,                              suspension of tiny shavings of teeth. Page 32 Morgan Plus4 1963 (Wikimedia) As always, I'd love to get some feedback or discuss anything with all y'all. Comment, okay? Thanks. Ingat. DRAGONFLY FIRST CONTENTS PREVIOUS NEXT LAST