The woman in the river,
tongue of fire's tongue,
sniffs the juicy dark,
kisses nameless death.
She, snake tongue caught
in a serpent's coil.
Remember the woman, not a god, calling you
by name. Sworn to a secret death.
In that evening that does not open,
remember the woman, calling you.
Her sleep swims
shabby waves. In an evening that will not open
remember what you dared to touch:
her sleep swims shabby waves. Her indifferent hands
bring you back through the juicy dark.
Remember what she dares you to touch:
she, the woman in the river.
BIO: Maureen Alsop's
poems are published or forthcoming in various journals including: 88,
MARGIE, Typo, Cider Press Review, Words and Images, and
Patterson Review. She hosts the Palm Springs Art Museum's poetry
reading series. EMAIL: