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GinnaKarla Nicolas

GinnaKarla S. Nicolas is the sidekick in her own TV show. The end of each episode of which, always involves some deus ex machina in the form of her friends having to order for her at some restaurant because the menu is too messy, or writing train sequences in the palm of her hand to some place she's been to four times already. There's a lot of keeping fingers crossed and most times, they wonder how she manages not to catch fire.

She is an Aries, raised by a Libra so she STRESSES REALLY HARD about blowing rent on 2 dinners and books and red feather wings she can wear to parties. Luckily she compensates for her foibles with superpowers. Like getting her family to agree to let her study Poetry at the University of Redlands where she learned the valuable lesson that there is discipline in art, and then to get her MFA in Poetry at Saint Mary's College where she learned to write toward the fear. A geek to the core, she's been teaching since she was 15 and lectures, conducts workshops, listens, reads, writes, revises and when time permits, she cooks, does impressions and loves loves loves to iron clothes. Did I mention she's single and will let you sleep on whichever side of the bed you want, as long as you know the difference between stationery and stationary. If you want to read her work, just ask her for some as she has an aversion to chap books. But you better hurry, because her writing partner, Marty McConnell is editing her down to Haiku as you read this!





Shifting

1.

Your body is the word congruence. The word
drought. Is the word rosary. And I count the syllables
on fingers, well worn from this practice. Catalog
vowels versus consonants. Identify
parts of speech. Greek mythology says
if you know the name of the monster
you can kill it. I just want to know if I can love you.

So I re-name your right leg peninsula,
your shoulder's curve is solstice, your collarbone is
sanctum when you roll toward me. You tell me
what you were just dreaming and I spell
archipelago with my tongue on the Kalahari canvas
of your back. Tirelessly shifting, it is the part of you
I love most. There are no mistakes there.
We can always start over
with zenith, rhizome, with luminescence.

2.

I wish I knew what we meant
when we said, gradual. Said, want and
try. When you said, "It will be
gradual. I wanted things to turn out differently. And
maybe we could try later." I wish I knew why
it ended in- can't.

3.

In high school English, I learned the word
antithesis. Rolled it around on my tongue, realized
it sticks in places. Sounds the way flat rocks skip
on still water. Looks like anti and thesis. Loved
this sad word. Knew it defined as direct contrast, but felt
it was a word that said, this is not
what I meant. Not at all.



© GinnaKarla Nicolas



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