ARE NOT NO TEAR
from form
for to rest upon, rent of, stop our
notes’ onset.
O sentence once tense,
skin inks
indelible, was libel, sawed in
a shelf aflesh.
In meat, I meant, in meat
begin being
read, dear, a red
season as one’s
affairs afar, ifs
in wet blossom blown, so I stem.
Flower flew, or
eros rose,
or trees reset, or
please elapse
is lips, is lips. I slips
it into night. In tonight, it
plays splay,
sore throats’ dins I shored into stars. I
read dare
to be a snow-pure re-up, a bet won so
on aim, on I am,
throw worth
its harm, this arm,
mute song sung to me,
a moot am too.
From Stet by Dora Malech. Copyright © 2018 by Princeton University Press. Reprinted by permission of Princeton University Press.