portion of the artwork for Nanette Rayman Rivera's poems

Gad Lo*
Nanette Rayman Rivera

In sweat on an on-time bed
A beauty’s front tooth cracked off
A beauty in fever cracked off her tooth
on a wet on-time bed
It might be recoil into the vanishing
point or not the point at all
It could be bat hawks who steal breath
from the surrendering it could be
some demon has used a stick to draw
a circle around the flames maybe
the beauty forgot for a moment and let
down her guard where the Godetia lay
Could be canyon fire it sure looks it
Could be summer lip gloss
She won’t wear any time soon
When paramedic looks
She tongues the broken crown post
A place to put her sorrow
Do you think it’s that?

*Hebrew for “no good luck”

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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 28 | Spring 2010