Mechanisms for coping, counting sitting with hands splayed, we keep the throat from bursting into tide and whatever else we call how we want everything including what we last were forced to discard. Plainly the birds hover like a fleet of darts and the grey sky bears down against the stretch of highway in palmContinue reading “Devotion”
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Four square
A break, a puncture. A hand, moon-shaped nails. The ongoing act of leaving, rising in the dark, the brazen trust given to seeking. Finding is by chance — furry green acorns held up to you by a child, palm glowing lit as her face before blank cornfields, a lunar vision.
Cape May
A blank sun pressing its palm to my forehead, I am wrapped in a red scarf that’s seen foreign winters and snowfalls in my city — now the glare is too hot for April and the spuming water too cold. The beach is part desert, sand thick and dry dropping like fistfuls of bird seeds,Continue reading “Cape May”
mabel lee 