A. Wright
from
Chattel
IV. L of the body
A girl sleeps;
her eyelids shudder like insect wings.
She dangles her leg from the bedside.
V. A word, like a window, will crack in this heat
"Yesterday" becomes letterhead
or the lack of fresh bread.
The response is forced;
the tide pulls, a dart is thrown.
VII. The slap of water
The slap of water against a dock
sounds vulnerable in the way that "thigh"
is feminine. The shy look to their hands.
X. A locket or
screen door snaps shut.
The sea rocks back on her heels.
Yesterday is crisp as a new bill
and easily lost.
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