She Whispers
Michelle Greenblatt
(for Drea)
In the subway above
or below the drumming
of the hacked&swathed shadow
-dancing, she whispers, tell me
what I dreamt last night. I believe
you, I believe you when you
say you will shoot
with it, I believe you when
you hold out that
deck of cards. It all helps.
Each moon. Each self
-sharpening weapon, Drea, sharpens
itself in the wind lashing
wires&wall-eye from the flat
of the land. in the glass
ship, the bottle constricts, mouth
(hungry:) for secondhand
poetry, from my hand to yours.
8.15.2005
