Two Poems


from BORN


I dreamed her a narwhal,

all tusk and blubber.

Her one tooth shattering

our ice floe from below.


Hello?               Hello?


    How loud        am I allowed


to scream               at the beauty


    of this life     destroying


    the beauty       that came before?





from BORN


My father once warned me,

all this was ocean, a body


of water breaking

the body of earth


into smaller

and smaller bones


until it’s you.

Now, nearly a father,


I press the broken

shell of my ear


to the blood nest

of you,


and wait

to see who


will wash

ashore first.

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