A MARRIAGE OF OPPOSITES

At breakfast, you tell me the world cannot be held with words—it must be shaped like a cave painting that accepts its life as a slice of the whole.  Words are ambitious, you say, they imagine they can contain whatever I yearn to contain.  Words are a beautiful bit in the teeth, you say, gold-studded reins, tugging my gentle mouth wherever they say we should go.  You don’t have to tell me that words are a kind of superego to my artist Id.  My cave painter.  She wants to splash and get dirty.  The superego files her nails and fills in her patchy eyebrows.  My green shoes are splattered with pink paint.  I hate pink.  I want a black and white world marching across the page in single file like army ants.  I want pink paint under my nails.  I want to paint naked women with pink wings.  I am a menace to myself.  I am a savior.  Every oxymoron lives inside me.  I am a war zone.  I am a field after fire, where the wildflowers come back first, then the aspens, then the pine.

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Katherine West lives in Southwest New Mexico, near Silver City. She has written three collections of poetry: The Bone Train, Scimitar Dreams, and Riddle, as well as one novel, Lion Tamer. Her poetry has appeared in journals such as Writing in a Woman's Voice, Lalitamba, Bombay Gin, New Verse News, Tanka Journal, Splash!, Eucalypt, Writers Resist, Feminine Collective and Southwest Word Fiesta. New Verse News nominated her poem And Then the Sky for a Pushcart Prize in 2019. In addition she has had poetry appear as part of art exhibitions at the Light Art Space gallery in Silver City, New Mexico, the Windsor Museum in Windsor, Colorado, and the Tombaugh Gallery in Las Cruces, New Mexico. She is also an artist.

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