dambreak Damocles, & warmth by Anastasia Dale
dambreak Damocles
gliding soft, uneasy slope
cloying: strange feast
(some sharp some dull some brined
others sweet) not unlike those barnacles
known to a privy
ship :
: prove guilt can be known : prove
the dambreak can take one in its swirlfroth :
prove what is mine can now be everyone
else’s : landmark
peerage, bloodsworn thin and :: threadlorn
warmth
i have vomited
i have seen the unseen sword and i have
returned it to its sender
i have regurgitated deliverance;
i have eaten here, too, where saltwater
turns silver
far too much from the sun
and back
and turning my back onto the moon
and shuttering
up
against sun scope
round smooth moon fits shoulder
blades perfect as a sanded hip;
it feels: synovial it feels: idiosyncratic
as for each in there can be only one out:
no one else has the heaven living in your
bones: marrow stardust that you are
i roll across the moon and, my muscles
feel better, i let the light in, so
