Modern Woman’s Exercise
She jumps through words
like she used to skip rope,
with violent limbs and knotted breath.
She states the obvious with
dashes of those same gasps
which have now lost their platinum flavor.
Southern Hemisphere Frost
She was made of earth
baked by a winter’s sun.
The cold light
like glass suspended over grass,
entire fields flattened
by Southern skies.
Kore, In Summer
She rounds out her bouquets
with pomegranate flowers
and stuffs her bra with cotton balls.
She is a woman of green shoots,
and she moves in the summer breeze
like a sheet on a clothesline.
Losing balance and
toppling out of the
The fire of skin peeling backward
as time unwinds and I am back
at the start, blood like
a sheath against my
She folds sheets like she would wings,
tucking them into a smooth line.
She moves through the room
and the scent of burnt feathers,
dry and gray,
screams its way to where he sits.
He would like to rip those sheets
out of her hands
and undo the line that tethers her
to the end of his voice.
Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time she has either reading or writing. Her works have appeared in numerous publications and her poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Web. Her debut novel, The Rose Master, will be published in 2014.