Monday, August 29, 2022

JANA PRIKRYL ~

 




First Voice



Went fetal as an ear on the bed and tried to feel

the dusty blue rhomboid of window being

in the vanguard of twilight every second,

hurtling, the word impressing itself

as no hurtling would on my mind

through space on the back of this

whale turning, turning, punctual

the other cheek to that star



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Midwood

Norton, 2022