She in My Head
As good as any I’ve ever been A no stop winder of the thread,
wender of the maze. a May zing. One who doubles , singles
turns downsides up insides Out.
The everybody look-no-hands-no-holds-barred girl
The no handlebars handle with care full of un and con
fused IN and OUT fused con amore GIRL
Queen of the inside eyes that do not shut
The she who sleep leaps
The Do not Sleep and dream you can find her, SHE
OH LORDY. The kind of girl you wanna buy her book
The kind of girl you close and open RE-member ‘member? Her Ideas, dears,
eating the tender grass of the heart
Oh Dahling,
The kind of girl that makes you whine at your mother
where, Where WHERE has she put all the words?
Jo Mariner is a poet who continues to read poems to discover what it is about them that keeps her coming back. She thinks it has to do with detecting what is important, what survives, and what encourages her to seek what is next.