Marie Scarles

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Kathleen Frank

After the Flood, You Will Know Our True Names

Marie Scarles

salt and oil
soft bread of the mouth
sonorous in friendship
campfire-haired freedom
full-petaled violet iris
girlhood daydream
autumn afternoon—reds browns golds greens
systematic erotics of evening
muscled wave, a people’s movement
gray expanse of the Atlantic Pacific Indian Arctic
underwater world-making
dance dance dance dance dance
liberty of the duped & the damned
maybe magic, maybe fate
the queendom of heaven on dirt
one another’s landbodies
what they steal from me they steal from you, your struggle is my own
the ecstasy of the present
redemption of the dance floor
burning ledgers, freed accountants
“food and drink, housing and clothing in adequate quality and quantity”
underminers of exploitation
blameless shameless immaculate heart
the superstructure of communal hand-holding
health in the hands of community
uncontrollable agents of the social
bewildered children of earth
so well, so well—so blessedly well
holistic economists of the heart
things in their surroundings
our plant- and animal-people
amateur creations
the little snail’s trail
ongoing transformations
each according to ability and need
all of us with a real chance at living

Marie Scarles is a writer, maker, and movement worker from the marshlands of Mystic, Connecticut, living and working in Brooklyn, New York.


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