“One Function of the Line Is to Order, Another Is to Cut,” a Poem by Zefyr Lisowski

One Function of the Line Is to Order, Another Is to Cut

And a tree bends in hunger for both.
You don’t know how much I’ve wanted it,
How many times I’ve dreamt me open.
June. The blistering yolk of the highway.
July. A forest of bodies in marble and fieldstone.
Beloved, when your lips skip down my throat.
The puckers run and last for weeks.
A bough creaks. The line ends.
August. October. February.
We are different from most
women, my mother says, we endure.

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Girl Work by Zefyr Lisowski is available via Noemi Press.