Poetry by Tricia Marcella Cimera

                        Matt Anderson CC
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Every Poet is a Looter
 
Your windows will be smashed.
Your goods lined up on the shelves like
cans of bland green beans or glittering gold rings
will be stolen and stuffed into the poet’s coat.
They will be sorted through with dirty
fingers and you will be surprised what
you later find discarded in the alley.  What
was considered valuable and what was not. 
In the poem that appears afterwards, in the
journal of evidence, you will identify what’s yours.
And by you,          I mean me.
 
 


 
James and the Giant Heart
for James Diaz
 
“Because it is bitter/And because it is my heart.”  - Stephen Crane
 
Because it is so big, people shoot at it with sharp harpoons
Because it is so huge, it shines like a thousand naked moons
Because it is your heart, they eat of it eagerly with crude spoons


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Tricia Marcella Cimera is a Midwestern poet with a worldview. Her work is found in many diverse places online and in print, ranging from the Buddhist Poetry Review to The Ekphrastic Review.  Her micro-chapbook entitled GO SLOW, LEONARD COHEN, was recently released through the Origami Poems Project.  One of her poems is pleased to have earned a Pushcart Prize nomination.  Tricia lives with her husband and family of cats in Illinois, in a town called St. Charles, by a river named Fox, with a Poetry Box (also named Fox) in her front yard.
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