BeDazzled

 

 

She has taken

the BeDazzler to the seam of you.

She has taken the BeDazzler.

She has taken you

with her hand.  You are BeDazzled

all up and down

the hem of your jeans. 

She has made you

a rhinestoned thing.  You glitter

like denim shorts glitter,

in a disco.  You are BeDazzled quite

beyond the concept of taste, beyond

gold-esque jewel-bits and gems.

She has left you astounded, and glittery.

She has studded you and now you are fixed with studs.

You have never been adorned this way before.

She has taken up the tender, sparkled task

of your BeDazzling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Still life with eggs and a bracelet

 

 

The white satin gloves,

her egg in an egg cup.

She struck with her spoon,

it cracked in two.

 

The breakfast broken,

custard-colored.

The egg lit up

in the porcelain moon.

 

A slight gold charm,

slight on her wrist.

A hanging charm:

the spoon with the egg.

 

It hangs in two,

it has cracked in two,

and her long white wrist

and the porcelain egg.

 

The egg in a egg cup,

her parted wrist.

She has struck with her spoon;

she is all in two.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Adina Schoem co-curates the Cornelia Street Cafe's Graduate Poetry Series in Greenwich Village.  After completing her MFA at Sarah Lawrence College, she will return home to Michigan to grow old on a farm making cheeses.