i.
beneath the rib of
inconsistency, a wing
where innocent elbows
used to be,
mad bloodless moon,
catchphrase, a joint of wisdom
unsung & crucified
the sun has fled from
our protection
and we are on our
child knees
begging for
harvest
ii.
the head behaves
much like the shoulder
a pillar of imaginary softness
compound eye
chapel—ghost
here’s the money-key
now, tie your
shadow
to the vine
locked jaw
muted angel
medicine bottle
*avoid unnecessary
exposure to the sun*
iii.
backbone of sacrifice
the tongue is a thread
in forgotten numbers
homegrown, we
refuse to be
counted
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[…] Which I thought I might find again by doing something new and experimental with my poetry. Cluster Silence was an attempt to do just that. I was in a rut (a “creative crisis,” I called it in my […]
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