The wind had to do with the places we couldn’t touch.
The branches were the places we did,
lying at the roots
with your arms around me. We watched the birds
flock in — a cloud —
and settle. That was before migrating patterns,
the need to keep the sun at the tip
of the wing.
Knowing the body meant eating a piece
of fruit and throwing away the pit.
All around, the soft flesh …
1. I walked down the street towards the subway attentive to the shifting geography ahead, to the uneven sidewalk, which looked as though an active fault line ran below. …
Meditation on Skin
He came to me in a dream, wet as a newborn in his new skin. I readied him for a bowl of bitter world (the cathedral two blocks away from …
by Jessica Piazza Wind, I want to spin headlong alongside you, I do. Insects assault into somersaults over the ocean, still certain of your benevolence. But you might die down and I might …
Park in Reykjavik, Iceland
The wind has snatched the Frisbee and the boy scrambles into the bushes to catch it in flight as though the ground would score a point for touching it first.