Poetry

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Bog Body Love Poem

“Winter-humid parts, / nosy parts, love the murk of my eyes, then / love my eyes. Make love an ouroboros.”

“The moon a waning crescent, / the earth a turquoise clock ticking into Capricorn, // landing scheduled, solstice Monday.”

“She asks what I like / about language. I say: That it tries what it can’t // accomplish.”

“I know it’s not the same: freezing a thing versus / turning it to stone. / But I might put my oocytes in limbo to try?”

“awaits the low tide / the shapeless cloud / in watery strands of hope / all her now in this delicate vision”

“He pressed his thumb into an apple / as if testing a bruise on the body of the world. / At dusk the fields turned the color of old bronze.”

“Sweet-mouthed, this child— / a jukebox of fissures, built upon a mother’s wilting smile.”

“this is the second morning i’ve brushed my tongue / in spit. the stink of panic worse”

“has the widow given birth to new beings / or / has the widow given birth to fragments / of her loss”