BookArt | Eye of Eyes

Carol Rama

Eye of Eyes

POEM

after Carol Rama

sunstroke hits me like a falling

chandelier

on the last day

a mess of larvae

crawl inside my

mind

and out my mouth

the soles of my feet

are shredded

bright color

and open at the sky

non unitary love

odd dispersal

my sanguine days

were ended with a hit

from above

I might break from

my solitary shell

my private tragedy

with the fluids of

a body and its shatters

and a mouth that dwarfs

my form

my reticence

to be known

because I am an animal

I blunder

-----  SYLVIA GORELICK