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Dead Dead Darlings

One sentence held the echoes of a room without furniture. 
One narrowed like a corridor leading from the outside in. 

One sentence grew out of fashion with the disco-ball maker.
One was radial & wheeling, & the verb spun at the center. 

One forecasted an avalanche. One melted on the sand. 
One widened its plot for the burying of corpses. 

This one came zoo-tamed eating with other nocturnals. 
This one came caged like a hotel fire alarm. 

This one was a wound.  
This one a stitch.  
This a cicatrix.

Credit


Originally published in PEN America Poetry. Copyright © 2017 by Carolina Ebeid. Used with the permission of the author.

Author


Carolina Ebeid

Carolina Ebeid is the author of You Ask Me to Talk About the Interior (Noemi Press, 2016).

Date Published: 2017-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/dead-dead-darlings