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Please breath, unfurl without a hitch, fill lungs with wind, rise, then fall to rise again ad infinitum. Mere moments, you might cease, or seize
instead, constrained concavity squeezed, two grasped balloons, gone limp. I gasp. Party’s over, each steampunk gear, all mechanisms grinding
to a halt unseen but felt, a siren’s clutching, a meter’s coin of time drained into a black hole, a wreck of gulls, flecks, particles, the idea of
existence cracking open lesions in the addled mind riding above; if clods kick up into clouds of dust, or clotted smoke slides in to choke
the valley, or fear lodges deep within a throat slippery, wet this second, now brimming with ash or remnants of trash a burn barrel
harbors somewhere too close to let its throbbing pink songbird sing, writhing to adjust its tenuous frayed grasp, not wanting to lose
grip on its storm-tossed jerking swing; if this thorax were a brittle vessel rolled on seas, within this metered corpus you make a cage
of 24 arms to cradle my gimbaled heart, stunned sparrow stuffed into a torn garden glove to keep it calm: I can’t,I can’t…. Tiny
corset stays sprung though still too tight; I’m the minke whale beached at land’s end to house a colony of crabs, each elegant
arch between your staves a door sluiced with stinging brine; you exploded, a shattered wine cask, seeping juice, dismantled, jagged,
flayed open when we slid and slammed into a tree; I’m sorry, afraid, my only casket; not yet a corpse I work to calm the weightless soul
weighing you down, my cavern of ticking stalactites, my straight jacket, my box of meat, silt, rain—containing this wheezing song
Katrina Roberts has published four books of poems, Underdog; Friendly Fire; The Quick; and How Late Desire Looks, and edited the anthology, Because You Asked: A Book of Answers on the Art & Craft of the Writing Life. Her work appears in places such as The Pushcart Prize Anthology, Best American Poetry, and The Bread Loaf Anthology of New American Poets. Her graphic poems appear or are forthcoming in places such as Poetry Northwest, Permafrost, and Evergreen: Fairy Tales, Essays, and Fables from the Dark Northwest (Scablands Books). She teaches and curates the Visiting Writers Reading Series at Whitman College, and co-runs the Walla Walla Distilling Company. See more at www.katrinaroberts.net.
