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.