from The Good Dark
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noise: even, every,
leaf, cloud, passing, reaching
even, under
darkness
silence can’t be demonstrated
it has no edge
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breaking what it needs
digestion, the nourishment process
could be a good model
so on doors I pluck for sound, and out
of varying instruments
blender, mouth of bronze idol on mantle, mouth
color, interpret: vandalize:
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vandal to rue
rues the day
rulers the dawn
maws dark tresses
the claws dark’s ledges
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I wish I had a soul I could discern
there’d be a river in it
but by the bank, a shouter
shouting out sheet music
the chirp to wind
the shouter with mouth of blade
who marks a target
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with vigil, I see outlines
are only choices made by eyes
like a river stepped in by mistake
I think to take you in
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given everything
the give forms our lips
it’s only the shape of zero
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giving in
up, down
over over
what can hands bring in
what has no edge
cannot visit
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Annie Guthrie is a jeweler and writer from Tucson. She works and teaches at the University of Arizona Poetry Center. Her book The Good Dark is forthcoming from Tupelo Press.