from Carriers
What code
weather makes—morning, mayflower, comfort
cantatas after trinity—written all over the water—what squall
caught up in
the shawls & house shades, all the day
lilies I hand back to wings—to look out
any
door, I’m given, I give in
—the
way out, way down from clouds
a
certain helplessness
can’t
help but bear me out—lessons learned in the ear
namely
that flying finally doesn’t care about me—current at the edges—eddies,
angels skating along—even when the surface is invisible, still good mornings
then, E
other
crowds in the cards
golden
grey-tinged
feeling
near the corner
opposite
of disbelief—the way the wind thresholds me
……………………………………………………………………………………………
I lay all my
belief at the frames. At what holds us in, or any new door, other body. Stay
hinged—what good, this open- ness? Still
caught feeling near the corners; I will give in before giving up. This afternoon, one
clouddrift—what sifts through sound; what surface will emerge as exposure? Sheen on the branches is so vernal.
Gold-thick & blue-
edged windowview, a hot glare from which to transmit west. (Today I have
not spoken a single word aloud.)
Hanna Andrews is the co-founder/editor of Switchback Books. Her first book, Slope Move, is forthcoming from Coconut Books in November. She is the content editor at the Academy of American Poets and lives in Brooklyn. Eryn Green is a PhD candidate at the University of Denver, where he is the 2012 Evan Frankel Fellow. His work has appeared in or is forthcoming from Jubilat, Colorado Review, and The Offending Adam.
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