Saint Ann’s garter
cleared for landing

twelve pound regrets
loved in all past tenses

myths of women’s fists
hide inside the fireworks

filling spaces between —
from a distance, dancing

did you take the women
to fly into Zuni Mountains

wearing worn-out gloves
skewed romantics confess

. . . . .

Poet: Susan Powers Bourne
Source: Women.Poets.Iowa
Process: Pick and mix cento