Cynthia Linville- Two Poems

She’s Come Unglued

vacuuming at 3am
wearing pink foam curlers

shaking the spiders loose
playing with hula hoops

failing every test
forgetting the tickets

She smells electric.

I keep waiting for the monkeys to show up.

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In Januaryland

the snow is black
the ice is pink
I hold lightning in my fists
and thunder in my teeth

my very bones are glowing
if you look closely,
you can see them

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Bio:

Cynthia Linville's two poetry collections, The Lost Thing and Out of Reach, are available from Cold River Press. Her poem "I am Fortune's Ungraceful Daughter" was nominated for a Pushcart in 2012. Linville has taught in the English Department at California State University, Sacramento since 2000 and has served as Managing Editor of Convergence: an online journal of poetry and art since 2008.  A music aficionado with a theater background, she occasionally appears with musicians, including Victor Krummencher of Camper Van Beethoven, and with the group Poetica Erotica. She invented a poetic form dubbed the Linvillanelle which is profiled here: http://sacpoetrynow.com/?p=169