Thighs For Emily Dickinson Poem by Michael O'Sullivan
Thighs For Emily Dickinson
You will awaken
in an estuary
where
green-limbed children
give birth
to nightingales
so sleep
with woven lids
your nightmares
devoured
by
bone-dissolving fish
I gift you
a door
of silk
instead
of breastmilk,
blood.
Sunday, January 5, 2014
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