full of water, my hair full of dreams
that rush away, faster than fish
in the river— My clavicle like a book
some unseen hand holds open at the spine,
my fingers curled around another’s—
My eyes two almond hulls now anchored
in this face— And if we’ve met before
and will meet yet again, I’ll listen
for those currents that sound most
like light careening off an edge—
In response to Via Negativa: Carnivore.