You are no state of mine,
(long time since you )
I felt you coming like a shock wave sound swell. I felt your approach
You left me no fissure,
no egg left, but to kill, and to eat.
Take the bread and break, break it
take take it
Clear morning. in a little forest, as the forest was not for you.
Not for me. Another egg broke. Wrens got it again. Not in
My house. You make me frigid, wrote red letter, wrote
the house again, in the you left me, raw
as you left me. Bitter, more than What of the sentences, what
processes. What moves that cannot stop. What of the smallness?
white egg oozing in the canopy. It is loud, very loud.
The cards recommend turn over
The cards did not mention you when I asked set in easy,
We used to play cards. I came over, turned queens and I used
to come over and turn over to fall, turn over behind the walls,
a moth at the wall of glass, fastened to light. I used to come over and
turn over back to the blue walls, back to the room back of each card: a
I used to come over and your hand always going someplace. I turned over, I did
on the knot work, on the rope, small wrists fits,
how do you?
small fist. kept clutch,
known pulse, fire in the contrary: the same shape
I felt my blood for the first time, I was migrating, lying prone.
Sailors traded knots for . How many knots? How many knots to you know? How
many nots, sailor? How many cups, how many queens? That
wasn't the aim.
I imagine you can do without. Without you, I imagine you
Count the red things on me:
Count the red things in me:
Count the red things you can see:
Denise Jarrott's work has appeared or is forthcoming in LVNG, Poor Claudia, Burnside Review, Bat City Review, The Volta and elsewhere. She lives in Colorado.