Today's poem is by Brandi George


All words collapse.
Calypso. Sun. A garden
weaving. I invoke
him: Cloud glove. Tree foot.
Blue grave. If he—
she—is a red bird's neck,
then I am betrayed.

l am a grave,
betrayed cloud,
the sunny garden—
blue Calypso
weaver of his collapsed neck.
Red bird: If
I invoke words—
a tree, glove, foot—
she is all.

She's Calypso,
but he's a cloud,
and I'm a red bird's neck.
If invoked, he betrays
because all words weave
graves: tree, glove,
sun, feet, blue, tree,
a garden collapsed.

Copyright © 2016 Brandi George All rights reserved
from Gog
Black Lawrence Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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