Ontology Alyssa Penman
January 1, 2002
Neither fish nor fowl Nor good red herring; Caught in the twisting mist Between sea and shore, Swinging earth to sky And back again. Transforming myself- tug the angel's wings out pull the hair over the horns spit polish the halo or tuck it in my pocket Whatever the moment calls for. More than saint or sinner It's the makeup of my matter That keeps me in this place Where I am nothing well And all things poor. Alyssa Penman lives in Oakland, California, where she manages a homeless shelter and works on all manner of creative endeavors.
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