Hey Bill...Weird poem. Peeling the reeling flesh from its bright cage makes me think of cartoons when someone gets electrocuted and you see the X-ray of their insides and skeleton light up like a Christmas tree. Are the sunspots what gave her the cancer, or could they be the bright probing lights of the hospital, now that the noma has taken hold? The thing I like about it is that there's a story there, but the story is up to the reader to tell. I liked it a lot.
BTW I also enjoyed your "Sins of the Father," but I had to read it a couple of times. I was looking for something about the SINUS of the Father. Guess I need to get my glasses fixed!
I really have no idea what to say about this one Bill. It's so short. It says a lot, but emotionally, I don't know where this is going. Is this an observational piece regarding beach-babes sunning themselves, (un)knowingly letting themselves get cancer? Or is there something else I'm missing here?
"Legerdemain": I've seen this word pop up at least once before in your poems... sleight of hand, trickery, deception etc, right?
Nice wordplay in your title, by the way... and with "noma": I didn't know it was an actual word... meaning something gangrenous, which ties in with this cancer motif. I'm gonna have to conclude this was about a dizzy blonde bombshell type, the type who go to tanning salons and have annoying chihuahua's dressed up in clothes (any famous heiresses pop up in your mind at all? Lol).
Yup. Interesting. Fill me in if I'm off the mark. I never know with you...