Invention
They live on fire, the burning girls,
trade winds, broken fibula,
impossible symmetry.
Think exclusion: five disciplines, ordering,
my fingers raw, this curving away
from stillness, how a body becomes
an apology,
bend, bending.
She is only this dark
feed across canvas, a furthering,
azaleas harbored, languid anklebone,
sudden water.
The daughters are heavy
as breath in darkened rooms,
the flutter, the flutter, the feud.
A translation of insect dreams,
ghost cantos,
circadian crescendo.
Still they love the hunger
poems, compendium,
the difficult swimming.
In syllables, distortions,
night makes a landscape
ecstatic, a prayer.
Her wreckage is lineage.
Hieroglyph
These are dry seasons,
imaginary countries.
Photographs.
Inversion.
She is canted, statuesque,
alabaster suicides
in incendiary blues,
softer now, but devouring.
Note the imperative of sunlight --
birds, beasts, terrain.
Dragonflies, amber glass,
slammed into the dark roof
of your mouth.
