Today's poem is by Lo Kwa Mei-en
Rara Avis Decoy
You take a piece of wood and cut out everything that
doesn't look like a duck.
Currituck Sound carver
Call me darling on the surface.
Call me honey of the sound
all my fathers make as they enter
the skin of the lake. My name is hooded
diver on a string, little Red Head bastard.
Without a sound I call my mothers down to eat.
They beat, beat, slant to water & stitch
feet to the reflection of feet. I'm a favorite
child of the gouge & the knife, the human
hand that makes a collar about the ruby
neck of my father. He & my other fathers
drove down through shallows like drill bits
& they came up silver. My name is the spoils
of thin flesh, the minnow's salt eye
plucked clean for a mother. Call me game
over. Wild diamond rocking on the floor
of a predatory boat. Point & say sweet traitor
to the wood & water for wanting to be made
of both. My name is I know not what I am
as a country of mothers & fathers comes down.
They call me sleeping beauty. I dream I am
in flight, body unfolding, folding, a bullet
wounding water again & againthe mysterious
love of a father & mother a two-barreled
gaze. The gun in my dream speaks my name
& sees a beating vein. Takes aim
Copyright © 2012 Lo Kwa Mei-en All rights reserved
from The Cincinnati Review
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