Dorothy Doyle Mienko
V4:E1 January, 2002

IT WASN'T UNTIL LATER

I found out I could burst
into the Fourth of July,
that my skin would unfold
like an origami fan.

My mother never said
a woman could crumble
like a touch-me-not.

I taught myself
to find the small pink star
and love its sparkle.

Location: Grand Rapids, Michigan Email: ddm525@home.com Publications: Stirring, etc.

- August 2002 - hornet Body Parts for Art Naming Trees Divinity is for angels Hogs Loosed En Route to Slaughter The Masturbating Baboon at the Brookfield Zoo Marina Tsvetaeva First Time Crow and Raven Rembrandt while Saskia Watched Instead of the Usual - Stirring's Steamiest Six - The Word Witness It Wasn't Until Later It Not Love Amoroso