Written by Jennifer Wise

 

Wheres and hows zap like beetles at a lantern.
The state of things is turbulent and crashing.

Punctured bottles of pearls
Hover over the bottom of a pool,

Let go, and dying.
Our words meet like metal,

A biological expression of friction whose amplitudes
Shout from the house.

Love is loud,
Bites hard,

And wears a fireproof suit.
Refuses to remove itself just when it must.

We used to laugh at failure
But tonight lightning spirals off our tongues

When did silence become such cotton-candy fog?
And moments so imperfect?

Why are we still screaming at each other?
A jewelry box ballerina frictions

Temporary, temporary
While on its toes.

Has it singled out the whole thing?
Now oysters find and re-present the pearls,

Coming from some place else like an apparition,
Miraculous and humble

With their silver rings shutting into a walnut,
Safeguarding

Transcripts and impressions
As they churn themselves to thinness

Inside its walls.
Sudden dust bellows itself away.

 

Text © Jennifer Wise

 

 

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