20 #02 From The Catalogue of Missing
ALLUVIUM
~ to wash against
Bells ring ring ring
inside my head wild teas from roots
wash me
far back to rust—patina’d
into stillness
WAKE UP wake up make up
offerings for altars inside my head
synapses click a line of stitch
find a thread a line--------------------
of stitch
make sweet memory tea
leave the shadow of the dark-knit father
unravelling
at the kitchen table
his bottle is not empty of chemistry’s
old magic photos in the basement
stacked
under a lid
that cannot close chant rattle bones
near the keep for the dog’s leash
hooked to her collar for a walk to the New River
spot a stunned wren on the road
ink dot eye half closed
she is alive
carried home
hammocked in my skirt.
Kristen! Gorgeous..... again...wash me
far back to rust—patina’d///synapses click a line of stitch/find a thread a line--------------------//leave the shadow of the dark-knit father/unravelling/at the kitchen table//a lid/ that cannot close chant rattle bones/ near the keep for the dog’s leash/ink dot eye half closed ...WOW WOW WOW....
Wow. Felt a rush reading this. Because of the form you chose to publish it in. The words and format pushed me forward. Exciting.