Comet Tempel 1 after Deep Impact collision
664 Judith, a glass lemon
in heat, your ankle is exposed to the xnfearphone,
thigh slapping barmaid and astronautess
hair in curls to grab the daily drovers. Later, recovers
Hermes’ gamble with whips and eagles, pioneer woman
walking the astral pavement, radiant angles dwarfed
by Athena’s shadowed hustle, slit down
her fishnets to tempt the goats and mean anomalies.
Judith, don’t blush in orbit,
approach the body celeste, let it out
and let it in. Judith, sold on sex,
Judetta in moon-brushed nightgown, Judita,
let us, Jutta, Judka, Judy, the movement
you need is on your shoulder.
Gila Mon lives in Payson, Arizona, where he teaches high school. His poems have appeared in various zines and journals over the past 16 years. His blog Dreaming in Satellite can be found online at http://dreaminginsatellite.blogspot.com/.