Perihelion: An Online Journal of Poetry and Mayhem
The Santa Cruz Issue


Snapping Turtle Love


Too easily we speak of passion as kisses
and offered flesh, and all kinds of softness.

How about desire jagged, a broken bone.
a compound fracture of jut and edge?

My love’s a snapping turtle, heavy and
hard in its single dimension: appetite.

I’m cunning as shadows; I’m a lurch
wanting to spasm; I’ve rocks in my belly.

I’m also patient, open-beaked and
ready. Make a move. Come on!