She Manifests Her Own Ineffable

Other than the intricacies of the creak sky blackness that opens
against the horizon A horizon not imagined as any way to anything
Crouch in some ways recessing against a train of No a well of
intentions and cliché A well with a surface that you understand to be
water but reflects not me but you not her or him or him but you You
with your eyebrows crooked like night bending through a stairwell
Not her or dried egg white on the counter Between the first day and
the Second day Other Intricacies of royal Sunshine say Sunshine
again and again until it is all consonant and vowel Nothing Else
Nothing not there or there either Here

From Third Voice (Tupelo Press, 2016). Copyright © Ruth Ellen Kocher 2016. Used with the permission of Tupelo Press.