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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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from