from
Weathers
1. Verdigris
Sea-veined, a new green beneath crisscross
nerves, long legged storms
carry barbs, if you had a horse it would cower.
You choir unaccountably
despite a patina throat. Trees split,
dendritic patches crust
on torso and thigh. Little bluestems
and jewel lichen inch closer, moon.
2. Barnacles
A deck of debris, and a shake
like macaroni.
Whatever’s
unstrung you
flips upstream, stronger.
Blood is an iron boat,
chug chug,
to the interior city,
the swerve of your view
worming waters,
one hook to pass the
time
another to interpret it.
3.
Rust
Metal’s feathers,
unmeant,
the color witch’s
tights,
collapsed sheds,
and scabs. Remnants
of fire and rage.
The Swallower of Shine.
Crystallized disaster,
maniacal particles,
a shifting bed.
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