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Erased Poem

Shuttle-worn and steeply peaked,
the wheelbarrows push down.
All is silver, opaque but silver,
among the emerald layers
of the beautiful wheelbarrows:
their little slopes,
their bright sparse handles.

A grandfather waits for sequins
and the principle beauty.
The water is thin silver.
He is interested in music,
his head a little sudden emergence,
his better judgment dignified and bluish.
Waiting, he seems suspended.
Then the world.

Dip your hand.
Taste.
Burn.
Imagine the mouth
derived from forever,
flowing.

Shanna Compton's poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in La Petite Zine, Pindeldyboz, CROWD, Good Foot, elimae, and elsewhere.  "Jigsaw with Soundtrack" and "Erased Poem" are from her current collection, Brand New Insects.

She lives in Long Island City, but will always consider herself a Texan. She is poetry co-editor at LIT.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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