Terese Svoboda

Green Girls
November 11, 2012 Svoboda Terese

Green Girls

 

Wriggling on the bottles:

Drink us, drink us,

green girls

 

tell you water

is the long hair that you

swallow in the dark.

 

Whistle all you want,

a girl who swims this water

will make you swallow.

 

But if you tell her no,

(Not no, not no,)

then water’s all you’ve got.

 

Lonely on their white rocks

the green girls do their writhe,

Drink me, drink me—

 

it’s dark inside,

inside the inside,

deep inside the green girls.

 

There’s a thirst inside

the green girls

you can’t wait to find, no,

 

running down your windshield

coming from behind.

They’re nymphs

 

you’d like to drink,

Drink us, drink us.

Oh, the green girls want to die.

 

Down the drain, down—

help us, help us down the drain.

No one knows what’s inside.

 

It’s dark inside,

inside the inside,

deep inside the green girls,

 

there’s a thirst inside

the green girls you really

want to ride.

Terese Svoboda’s most recent book of poetry is Professor Harriman’s Steam Air-Ship (Eyewear, 2016). The Maine in Spain, a chapbook, is forthcoming in 2018 from Island Verse.