5
it was a wave, it was infectious
an occasional moment reveals nothing but a passing light
extent to which i breathe your facts
it’s haptic; it’s your membrane; it’s material clatter
sliding between your stargazing hoax and flesh
and then somebody steals your wild you
and names it
after a sharp thought
a quiet neck is often indifferent to the mismeasured noise of the world
substrata lower than the territory concedes
sharp pointed arrows indicate the lack of an end
simulated spacial deadline
a hip, stigmata, shake
she was a threnody hit; she happened; she pitched
i did love it
geometry of pleasure
Copyright © 2022 by Sawako Nakayasu. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on June 14, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.