This Fabulous Shadow
Across ice fields, forks
malice, blue hand famishing,
unable to fist. Each thump
well-salted, holds stung
The coarse string. Strand
drifters, unbendable finger,
forward, ho! A string
of snow somewhere, bone
Bright circlets, latch
oyster dreams. Sand crack
infinity’s flush aperture.
That sequester galls.
Vagrant passengers squander
rondels from the sea. Call
overboard! Sure sinker,
your envoy stings. Weeds
Ooze no numb treasure.
Dank anchored chafe.
Unsanitary catch: wire basket
jellied, the blood libels sing.
First published in Women’s Studies Quarterly 45.1–2 (Spring/Summer 2017): 190–191.
