Barely a skyline
there perhaps is a kind of loss within the hotel but yes this is
a doorway into the river
the day rippling over brick where the ditch is a bright slash
so high in the hand tree fronds block the coffins
faces rippling in sentient light
a few leaves left at the edge of reason open
to a slow sunlight
sucking mouth berthed at the side so the way light moves
might be a set of tubes over all the white walls
a freakishly wincing predator
tears at the breast above the rain-filled street
man-up on a park bench understand
that dress blinking in the sun
a doorway into the river
the day rippling over brick where the ditch is a bright slash
so high in the hand tree fronds block the coffins
faces rippling in sentient light
a few leaves left at the edge of reason open
to a slow sunlight
sucking mouth berthed at the side so the way light moves
might be a set of tubes over all the white walls
a freakishly wincing predator
tears at the breast above the rain-filled street
man-up on a park bench understand
that dress blinking in the sun
MC Hyland’s first full-length book of poems, Neveragainland, is being released in January by Lowbrow Press. Her chapbooks include Every Night In Magic City (H_NGM_N, 2010), Residential, As In (Blue Hour Press, 2009) and (with Kate Lorenz and Friedrich Kerksieck) the hesitancies (Small Fires Press, 2006). She lives in Minneapolis, where she runs DoubleCross Press and the Pocket Lab Reading Series, and works as an administrator and occasional letterpress instructor at the Minnesota Center for Book Arts.
1 comment:
I love it!
*so high in the hand tree/fronds block the coffins/faces rippling in sentient light*
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