Megan Breiseth
Two Poems
medical time is the present
the cool moon ties a tired tide onwhile ten minute drug
mimics ordinary
missinglord in the hills where
are youtime was
snaky
grown
up in the city of a tallman’s fingerprintand between dark and dawn no break
communications
lament
cut of
pearls in the provinces
bourbon
between footsteps
wooden swords
blessa vessel of volcanic rage apologizes:
‘call me
the breeze’‘all things
tucked in a room’
