Pan

Angela Terhune

 
The goat-footed one
Has hold of me again
And there doesn't seem 
To be enough skin or sin
For me to go and bathe him in.

Wonderland

Angela Terhune

 
Like new drugs,
Old lovers 
Show their colors.
Golden hearts on display,
Like yo-yos on a silver tray.

Who to play with them but me.
Queen bee amongst these hearts?
Not knowing 
 
Which
  
To inject myself with
And which to leave alone.