The Buried Rib Cage
Eve slipped from its arced ridge-
the only body part
you don't
……do evil with:
the eye, the hand,
might beg
….. corruption;
the ribs are modest
shy crests, ticklish,
………. an open fan,
not quite sexual, yet not putitan:
delicate accordion
……………… -yawn, moan-
Soul breathes through its comb.
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by Eve Grubin
from Morning Prayer
Sheep Meadow Press, 2005