Vodka is clear like rain and
Rain is lifeblood. Clear
The white knight rides the white horse.
White is noticed. Thick, insistent
Television static. "White is right."
Roofies are white. With either white
Or clear deodorant, you become human.
Odorless, tasteless tablets were
Immaculate missiles he dissolved
In countless glasses of Absolut
Clear as embalming fluid I
Tipped upside down so cleanly.
My knees jerked uncontrollably
Some vehicles are white.
I was in a white Ford
Explorer parked far from the highway,
A white Nile humming.
His face was a star.
White crescent moon was my dress above my knees.
His arms were two divine plaster casts.
My thighs, icebergs melting.
White lightning, the torn roof’s stuffing.
Tips of my nails at his face, white.
My thin wrists, angels’ necks.
White breaths cold like dry ice vapor. His wide eyes,
Communion wafers. His chest, a spotlight. His hand
Over my mouth, salty styrofoam. White
Teeth toward my neck, tiny
Crosswalk stripes. Knuckles white,
Gripping his dinner of hips, clear Lucifer
Hunger going milk all over me, divine
Light breaking in devouring dark.
Absolute white efficiency, cloud of women
Nurses "Sit here . . . "
Only white and clear move.
Other colors are arrested, wound tight
With white, fed clear.
White "kit," white cotton beneath
The star overhead is clear
And speaks in drips like rain.
Copyright © 2002 Beth Rawden. All Rights Reserved.