How Quiet by SuZi Hear It Read By The Author how quiet edge of bay the not yet noon the silky respiration of the unswelling water tide's out and on the sand an ovoid a teardrop of plasma    utterly still in her photosynthesis    glistening against the red birth of algae here even is no solitude:    fisherfolk    girls with rottweilers    and the sky scarring turbines of jets       whose raw timekeeping is still foreign          to the minnows          the tickling hermitcrabs          the few aboriginal birds whose prong marks in the                wet flesh of the beach                have the wild elegance unattainable by my small white feet. II we wait   all of us women    held captive by cathoid rays    dulled   passive    until our names are called and one by one    we piss into the cup maybe some girls allow    the extraction of blood    sign forms for   labratory inspection of her pollen. it is too cold for this paper dress. the clinician is a practical woman   with deft hands testing flesh by touch she opens my flower   with quick invasive pressure the world dies to all but    this singular sensation as the sample    of my ishtar is smeared on a slide and categorized   computer filed by social security number then it is time to smile    to write the check    to walk away with the paclets of pills:       norgestimate and ethinyl estradiol     in tri-cyclen mg dosages oh woe is me to sign such pact for happy monthly blood. III luna swells   in floridian night casting fully her morphic light beneath her turning the darkness murmering and rising up    from dirt singing her insects    her reptiles    our chanting cousins    of the now and the   beyond now   the past alas we are technologically insulated    from phantagoric whispers alien   to the body of mother below   above   encompassing eye confess eye confess to my abysmal dysynchronuity    my dissonance     to momma's lullabye of Om a free radical during this autumnal axis a sinner of  off-time. Copyright © 1999 SuZi All Rights Reserved   SuZi has been writing since ....a thousand lifetimes seems like, as well as painting. She has worked with horses for a number of years(which is filthy & grueling, doesn't pay but gives her a certain spiritual peace while keeping the economic demons meagerly appeased). SuZi has tattoos, drives a mini GMC pickup and unfortunately smokes camel cigarettes.