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Catalyst

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As if disintegrating the stone of our being to sand

we pour ourselves empty to be remade beyond

the merciless sins we rise above.

 

The beauty of your breast now cleaved away,

my lungs always stomping their sun-flare dance against harm,

yet we reshape ourselves for one another as balm

till we can bear our stories’ terrible weight

 

till we are transformed as if sound—

water on granite, wind through pine,

an osprey’s haunting cry—

you and I as salt and sea and sky.

 

 

Thank you to the editors of The Tishman Review for first publishing this poem.

 

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If Bird

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You would be my loon

calling long past light,

my mourning dove, my

sweetest finch flashing

sun from black as night.

 

If my bird you were I’d

feed you nectar from my

palm and plant thick trees

for you to rest and nest until

I could transform my arms

and hands to feathered limbs—

our hearts remade as song.

 

Thank you to the editors of The Tishman Review for first publishing this poem.

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Communion

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Dividing an elementary class into

boys on one side

girls on the other

invites each to imagine one group’s got

            cooties! cooties! cooties!

and vulnerable to those who thrive on power

yet united, we eliminate disease, produce

thriving meccas of cultural exchange,

launch ourselves through the universe…

 

so if you’re invulnerable to ads and rhetoric,

think about a lemon–

thrust your teeth through thick

yellow skin to release zest’s

zinging scent and swallow

tart

puckering

juice.

That saliva now beading your gums…

(more, pg 30, Tishman Review)

 

Thank you to the editors of The Tishman Review for first publishing this poem.

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