Terri Witek

The tiny scene's in 'concert'
but it's silent—they're just trying
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She remembers her mouth before it made things,
how she practiced being thirsty
until she could lick her hands like kittens,
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Think how sky swaths every head like a turban.
In houses it breaths via furnace or air conditioning.
Be more technical still: down + up = up.
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Maybe the last time you tried them on
they somehow galled or grounded you.
It's certain that when you hung them up
(you'd also been trying to sleep lanternless)
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The economy of this Sebastian's in the arrows:
they've stopped at the contoured edge of flesh
as if Durer meant to martyr someone else
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Remember, forests have mastered this game,
so while they gather up fireflies,
whisper like rain.
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How, when warblers ducked
for a day's stippled seeds
did she forget,
tie her kimono right over left,
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The world was at its end again.
The houses all wore hats of fire.
We couldn't find each other.
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In pictures, each floats the sky alone,
its surface marked by steri-strips:
a mole becomes a knob-headed pin,
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At 6° under speak only with kindness.
At 12° trust buoys to gather the port.
At 18° swing doubt through its usual cold orbit.
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The voyage was not for wives or children.
She understood this, and that it was bought with a woman's purse
which, in a poor woman, means her body.
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It helps to know her body wept:
Margaret-Mary Alocoque, first worshipper of the Sacred Heart,
was flooded with 'rheumatic affection' until she fell,
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I come from a house on the Mad River Railroad,
child of a cloudy yard-bitten bottle and a spike my mother still drives
through each day's fontanel, as she's a believer in both the bay's winter
ice color, what the bottle conserves, and also what breaks it.
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When you are sky
the night's no reproach
the storms you'll become ride from Georgia to Florida
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You see him first, tip-to-tip two feet at least,
topping a post. Then he's off. Is there a nest?
He drops, unfolds again from powerful shoulders,
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Tour stops: the metal T of clothesline
and a 3-teeth comb dropped next to the bed.
Other articles missing. We'd meet next
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