Martine Bellen


The Vulnerability Of Order

Caves, here, contain dead / live
snakes, some keys, for instance,
have holes or,
the transgressive guardian, mind
with wings beneath.

She felt the urge to send musk-confects,
Across the Straits of Gibraltar

Interior, private floods, neshamah (Jewish soul),
food with cinnamon curry,

Here, Sea goddess hosts aquatic monsters
Traipse rabble of spooks
& devil's marionette. She attends lectures on anatomy,

Explores the yolk sac, our centerpiece,
Primitive heart. Her

Secret breath sounds the confident demons
Attune
atonement
a vowel an opening to the divine

God resides in the odd
Clamor, the Ein Sof

Female indwelling (pre-seance)
Oldest mystery of my ear
Opening the doorshutterswhere message is married
Wind between heaven & , word & lip
Lived both forward and compassion om mani padme hum
How moment follows movement

She is bemidbar or in the desert
With bubbe meise (a grandmother tale)

Law without vowel
Rooking planet-strooken

For this woman, paralyzed and word-full,
Chained to a mobile home with its process narrative,
God is the one who counts
Numbers, days, seductions, bones

Inscribed in body. Outside
She's drowning, weeping
Will stop at nothing for time

Her voice, the wandering part of her flesh
In the Old/New Synagogue
In parchment, in hieroglyph.
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