RHIANNON BRIGGS

Yellow Poem

I am creeping through
     pages I am cracking spines

creeping tearing the wall-
     paper is all mine the gardens

of women in my hands showing
     me to creep creeping

library I put patterns 
     on walls in shelves I want

to put them everywhere I want
     existence I am creeping I want

to crack spines to creep
     through the leaking

fluid the patterns it drips
     authors me creeping where men

lie in shock finally
     silent finally

underfoot under my
     creeping feet my

guided feet I want
     to creep over and through

tear through pages tear
     to women who creep towards 

me behind the paper I want
     to creep I want

to creep show me
     how show me drip

patterns press my hands
     to you my creeping 

women to your rigid
     spines my hands

in prayer press
     them my creeping I want

pregnancy birth the after
     the tearing once

out it is never
     seen right no one

sees right I want
     to be crept

through I want
     my spine open dripping

I want a heavy 
     paper yellow cover    let

me out let me
     creep creep

with me my creeping
     women my creeping

show me my 
          creeping        I want
                      to learn