by Tyler Friend
His Ex & Tea
after H.D.’s “His Ecstasy”
He was yours, but now
I mine him. He is my quarry
& his sides rise with each tremor, struggling
& wet with the green stone-melt
scented green & pitiable. You are a fir tree
trying to find some loam
in these fields no longer fields. This
is no longer a place
for singing & satyrs, but
I mine him, mix & wine him.
A Leggy Churro
after H.D.’s “Elegy and Choros”
My heart grows & now
it’s too late. I can’t hate. Love,
when you came, the whole earth was aflame.
I’m sayin’ you were hot.
Every hill like your bush. I blushed. You
rose, rose, rose. O Rhododendron, O
Mama, I’ll ride you until
I’m broken, no inner-inner petal
after H.D.’s “Lais”
Let her walk on the glass, into
the mirror. Let her frost like fruit, an apple
sitting on a leaf. Gilt veins mirroring her
flamethrower heart. Lustrous white, white
forehead, dark veins a deep, deep
purple, a dark flower.
About the Author
Tyler Friend is an apricot/human hybrid grown in Tennessee. Their work has appeared in Tin House, Hobart, Hunger Mountain, and elsewhere. Tyler edits the online poetry magazine Francis House and design for Eulalia Books. Tyler’s website is https://tylerfriend.ink,