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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