Touchdown

A red blanket. Nearing the end. In the
grass. My arms ballooned. It was. A swirl
of yellow. One suspects. She suspects.
I suspect. It’s not enough to. Last. This
sequence. Through intervals. It was like.
Adding. Back and forth. Back and forth.
Back and forth. A girl. Like myself. She
doesn’t understand. Any of it. And.
Neither do I. Underneath. That red blanket.
A X-Mas without. Snow. And we laughed.
It was sunshine. Minus clouds. Equaling.
The emergence of stars.








Pattern of a Red Girl

In another color. She. Traces a path.
Markings. Of yellow assume Form. Look
-ing is often seeing. If only in part.
Occurring as. Desire. Or. One sunflower.
A fraction of. This flower. Mutates.
Into nothing. But. Stem and leaves. Back
to and in. Until. The image is gone. And.
All that is left are. Words. Probing
the order. Of. This sequence.












Mg Roberts was born in Subic Bay, Philippines. Currently, she teaches in the San Francisco Bay area. She is an MFA graduate of New College of California, where strange tricks were added to her bag. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in How2, Wordriot, Prick of the Spindle, and 13:after. If she weren't a poet she would be a snake handler, or maybe just a good speller.






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