Today's poem is by Andrew Zawacki
Glassscape
Or the dance we do is
orreryone around
the other & done, round the
sound to surround the
drowning, withershins &
wingèd, dizzy, waltzing with
day & with dark: or making love
to a laser bolt at the arc of
afternoon, her glow-
stick lipstick slick
& licorice
lowwater, glassscape& phoe-
nixed
by her face
as if a trap
door in the trap door
alone might keep a gravity
aright:
you're a Luftwaffe of star
light, shot
thru a subway car,
& I'm nothing
if not all
lit
up
Copyright © 2009 Andrew Zawacki All rights reserved
from Black Warrior Review
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