Monday, August 29, 2022



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



Norton, 2022