October 24, 2008

Yariguies Brush-finch (appeared in Cafe Review Spring `08)



I tie knots in a blue cord
Suck a black pebble
And frieze your name
In a firefly’s light

There are graves
Speckled with sea salt
and burnt sage

I’ve exhausted
fire and banishment

Shall I sing backwards
Three words three times,


run my fingers down
my neck, forgetting yours?

Naked I smudge
and pray upon glowing beads,
the waning gibbous on my brow
Venus in my right eye—

A fragile heart beats sound inside
New feather floats down to roots.

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