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last night I threw my skin

against a tall mirror

to find my features against the wait and the glass.

nothing here; move along,

move along.

from my back rose a large scarlet bird of paradise,

from my feet between sinew and muscle

crept small poppies that stained where I walked.

I was in full bloom.

I crept into bed, curled small as a spore,

and the fabric was soaked within an instant;

bright with the red wood moss of my body.

I have kept you aloft so long, my dear,

with my breath

that I have forgotten that this air is mine, not ours.

how could I have known then?

that small shared gust stirred frail, rust leaves

that both of us admired.

you don’t know the names of the four winds

but I will call to them for you now

as I curl up tighter in my bed-garden,

as I watch you fall deep into that roiling sea.

I am so sorry this happened. move along,

move along.

Ilex Fenusova

Ilex Fenusova

Was one of the founding members of the Dallas Poets Community in the late 80s/early 90s, now called the DPC. Was accepted to the Squaw Valley Writers Conference at age 19. Workshopped with Brenda Hillman, Mark Doty, Joe Ahearn, Sheryl St. Germain among others. Enjoy live readings and performing poetry as well. Was a featured reader at the Dallas Museum of Art.

Should have kept a Rolodex of publications but hindsight is 20/20. Items seen here have not been published before.
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