Honey in Fur

The hole in you


is the part that shoves me


like a tilt-a-whirl. Comets reverse


your towering deck of cards


when you strum my spines.    


Under my masher


at this late hour of wait,


joke in every stitch.


The argument of love is


somewhere in the middle.


I think of you, trapped


like honey in fur. You are most mine,


when I lick the secrets on my lips.




Amanda Chiado is an MFA graduate of California College of the Arts.  Her work is forthcoming or appears in Witness, Sweet, Forklift, Ohio, Best New Poets, Fence, Cranky, Eleven Eleven and others.  She currently works as the Program Coordinator for the San Benito County Arts Council and she is also an active California Poet in the Schools.