Friday, September 08, 2006

BOOK PARTY / READING

Sunday, October 1, 2006
4PM

Book Party & Reading for

TEN MINUTES
Poetry: Beatrix Gates

Bowery Poetry Club
308 Bowery, NY, NY 10012

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Poem from TEN MINUTES

Nothing to Hide
in memory of Assotto Saint

I was born caged with love,
and I have an infinite
amount to show,
so I wear a coat
that turns out, the way tulips like to do.

Tulip, I insist on saying your name,
Tulip, I insist on being hauled from the ground
in a tight gray glove, a curling fist
sent straight to the sun’s rays.
I keep it up–and who’s counting–for a month,
bobbing in the air, more modest and choosy at night,
and splayed open at noon to all of Rome,
then petal by petal, triumphant,
drop, bloody drop-dead gorgeous.