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Lisa Ciccarello

Lisa Ciccarello is the author of At Night (Black Ocean Press, 2015). She lives in Portland, Oregon.

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At night, by marriage:

Here is how I control my heart: I string each thought one behind the next, like beads.

I wear the answers I am waiting to give. The jewelry becomes heavy as soil.

My long blink is a scream & a yes. There are things I have to say, but they do not yet know the questions they must ask. & a blink is no word; if they misunderstand—

A heart is just soil. Ask anyone. A heartbeat is a blink. A long blink is a scream. A longer blink is sleep. All night I am screaming.
 

A water woman has no body

Emptiness is a blessing:
it can’t be owned if it doesn’t exist.
 
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My father said to bloom but never fruit—
 
a small trickle 
eating its way through stone.
 
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I am one kind of alive:
I see everything the water sees.
 
I told you a turn was going to come 
& turn the tower did.
 
What are the master’s tools 
but a way to dismantle him.
 
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Who will replace the blood of my mother in me—
a cold spring rising.
 
She told me a woman made of water 
can never crack.
 
Of her defeat, she said
this is nothing.