your white dress you wear, not like a fortress, but like loose sugar, like pieces of air (in the epic) -- cascadia: state of bright existence a million death tractates couldn't fuel.







[A 31-word prose poem for the mini-sequence I call my "portrait gallery" -- little tributes to women poets who've been important to me in some way.  Virtual smooches to the first person to comment with the name of the poet this piece celebrates!  : ) ]