rise
raze serpents be gone
(seconds out
little snake in the grass)
loose-limbed and limber
(disarticulated
fed a fever)
say something evil
and smile

sighing pomegranate priestess
spiced to sell the clothes she's in
patio enclosure salesman
thinks his torso is a tin
secretive in rabid twilight
let me up and let me at 'em
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...
ovenbird What rises insists on its form
-Annaliese Jakimides

My body is going to seed.
My heart is a clock of cypselas,
susceptible to the slightest sigh.
The roots no longer feed the bloom
yet there is something transportive
in these days
of lengthening shadows.
I am carried on the most delicate pappus,
parachuting into a cobalt expanse of sky.
I wish, I wish, I wish
I whisper,
and I rise.
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