stardust and rust
...or: words about the fancysparkly and dusky bellies of being
January 7, 2011
straddling that new limb
and exhaled warmth
against my wingbones
breathes me from the tree.
transparent in this bed of green,
I try to tame the clouds.
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published in Poetry Quarterly, summer 2012
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