MICRO

This poem is want —

By SEEMA REZA  |  06 JUL 2016

1.

nights spent displacing
          unnamed hungers from this bowl

ecstasy, clenching at my own hands
          or the strange hands of a lover
                    only unearths more

 
 
2.

We spend the day arranging ourselves to avoid contact
             but you linger on my mouth
                          my eyes touch
                                       exposed clavicle under your loosened shirt

                                                                 A wound reopens
 
 

3.

low hanging branch

leaves framing bright C of the moon

sweet wine in a jar

lips on my shoulder

Seema Reza is a poet and essayist and the author of When the World Breaks Open (Red Hen Press). An alumnus of Goddard College and VONA, her work has appeared on-line and in print in Bellevue Literary Review, The Beltway Quarterly, HerKind, Duende, and Entropy among others.

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