Skirmish
purging half-sleep half-death
half-born baby of rain—all drain— drown
wet motion mythologies—
aguish wounded grackle screams—
dove dreams, kiss of the crazy
man cooing
aligerous stasis:
when the basis of all cycles sleeps, ask
what keeps the current flowing, the merchant going, the ground growing
wrinkles—worn women—torn women—women who bleed
water, the river their only record: a deep lurching flood
of names and unfound flesh.
poem by Indigo Hawkins
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