My poem "Metronome" is in the current issue of Sugar House Review and I am ridiculously excited to be included in such a great journal, so you should pick it up!
Metronome
The peacock devours his plume absently
as the mermaid falters posture among sinking swells—
black lines that separate air from cloud from bird,
tree from leaf from root, tiny pictures painted black.
Hung in strict rows for me to chart your path,
I follow you foolishly to the sea.
Closer, I can feel the gloom’s yawning breath.
Closer and the dawn’s golden nod escapes the wire.
Compass misplaced and panic where sleep should be.
The peacock devours his plume absently
as the mermaid falters posture among sinking swells—
black lines that separate air from cloud from bird,
tree from leaf from root, tiny pictures painted black.
Hung in strict rows for me to chart your path,
I follow you foolishly to the sea.
Closer, I can feel the gloom’s yawning breath.
Closer and the dawn’s golden nod escapes the wire.
Compass misplaced and panic where sleep should be.
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