as from the corpse, no door
BY DIANA KHOI NGUYEN
Pale girl, fat carcass; boy uncut, unhooved.
The combination of girl and boy
in flowering desert. Girl and boy in flood,
brackish water. For the sake of children. Her brain
like cauliflower, cheesecake in dark rooms;
girl and boy: conscience between two mothers.
The upper half of body, the lower depth of honey,
rough beast, dark brass—burnt tokens from home,
remnants, chrysanthemums in a gale. Their olio of limbs.
Here then, new habitat: his forehead
in early sunlight where cold scarlet
and opaline mind, her cilia her sinew, mole underfoot.
Here then, her false-thorned earrings and sycamore skins,
wind white with petals wild from a week alone.
Alone, undone—like a father and a feather whose forecast:
breath, oil, fossil. Pharmakon: a cure as well as a poison.
In open grave, her hands deep in the pockets of.
The voice of a crane.
