Reading the Intern Minutes, Part I: A Sonnet

Something about the forest makes a girl
 
 wanna shoot at something, hold a loaded
 
 gun in her hand. Start a fire with the flick
 
 of a lacquered finger nail. Eat something.
 
 She think this be a forest. Step into
 
 the cold, let the core be cold a while, be
 
 in the river. Match the skin on the foot
 
 with the loosened skin of the river bed.
 
 Sift through the rocks, come upon the green clay,
 
 let it pass through the space around the hand.
 
 She can cook up the whole feast without clay.
 
 Without fire. Give her painted fingernails
 
 and city limits, and let that be fire.
 
 And let the bullet be a lonely sound.

#community #communityfutureslab #poetry #northphilly #sharswood #northphiladelphia #sonnet #CFL #sociallyengagedart