Es/chew
The better to hear you with, my dear. Come right in, prayer. Let those who have ears to hear, hear. (Ab. Sourd, bien sûr.) Of course, of course. Amo, amas: He listens. She glistens. Dear god, don't let me use. Shadows wave. Wane. Weather, and in that vein, a work of translation: shoot up, get high. Plough the clouds. Sky furrows, the brow of night, an evil thought, a star especially bright: anger, just that. Scat, track, shit, horse and what'd he just throw in our yard? Of night, a needle. Erose, the petal of the rosary to ring god's words around. Erose, those words in the mouth of night. where no teeth are.
Copyright © 2004 by Liz Waldner. Reprinted from Saving the Appearances, published by Ahsahta Press, 2004.