Beast Angel
        after Eduardo C. Corral

In sleep you come to me with a ball of yarn,
              bind my palms into prayer. From your arm

emerges a swarm of bees. You are carried
              by their sound. Your body shivers

with buzzing. I pray for silence, for ecstasy,
              not knowing its name. You fl.oat over fields of needle grass,

each toe a quivering arrow through the green
              of morning. In this light, I open the garden of my body.

Let loose hunger. Let loose the nest of field mice
              and the coiled snake. In this light, I pray

to hold stillness like a gun.

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from Dear Diaspora
University of Nebraska Press
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