/merrillcole/

 

Across ice fields, forks

malice, blue hand famishing,

unable to fist. Each thump

well-salted, holds stung

 

The coarse string. Strand

drifters, unbendable finger,

forward, ho! A string

of snow somewhere, bone

 

Bright circlets, latch

oyster dreams. Sand crack

infinity’s flush aperture.

That sequester galls.

 

Vagrant passengers squander

rondels from the sea. Call

overboard! Sure sinker,

your envoy stings. Weeds

 

Ooze no numb treasure.

Dank anchored chafe.

Unsanitary catch: wire basket

jellied, the blood libels sing.

 

Women’s Studies Quarterly 45:1&2 (Spring/Summer 2017): 190-191.