Erin Mouré (17 April 1955 / Calgary / Alberta / Canada)
Courageous lair "might prevail"
Waking up to her your "yellow coal"
Steals a its way
harm's imbrogliatic murmur
has been "said"
a mortal habitation or cut in air
that air leaks through
Tricked again out of
The oscillatory hum in the head, or
continual reaction in the wet mouth to
old oranges, or
mistakes in form
"I retain a clear memory of afternoon light."
A vertebra unfolds its wing, its smallest
wing, the pleasure particulate of such a wing
a our mycelium
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