when we see the gates of heaven
it’ll be cheap plastic sofa & expensive jewelry.
a grandmother’s heaven.
when we see the gates
we are at war. but don’t be fooled–don’t be fooled, darling-
heaven is only a projection of what we’ve lost.
and what we’ve lost are golden men everywhere, pouring wine.
they pour and pour and walk away. daddy i am up to my knees
in montepulciano. smell me. i am a medieval
grapewine, & that is what makes me so beautiful. pluck me.
pluck me. pluck me. pluck me, because everyone knows
at the end of a grapevine is a whole bed of naked daughters
writhing and wearing high white socks
or no white socks and singing but without words.
or else it is some other language you don’t understand.
or another language only we speak.
we learn to be beautiful
because if you won’t stay for our humanity
you’ll stay for the flesh.1
1even now, even now i am nude.
Lisa Marie Basile comes from the bloodline of Giambattista Basile, the Italian fairy-tale writer. She is the author of Andalucia (The Poetry Society of New York) and Triste (Dancing Girl Press). war/lock will be forthcoming from Hyacinth Girl Press and Apocryphal will be released by Noctuary Press in 2014. Her work can be seen in PANK, kill author, La Fovea, Prick of the Spindle and more. She is the founding editor of Patasola Press and Luna Luna Magazine, a mischievous and smart art and culture daily for women. She is an assistant editor for Fifth Wednesday Journal and a performer for the Poetry Brothel.