[I, in – in the long ago time]

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I, in – in the long ago time before time began to be
bound and tagged under humans’ watch – choate, went
in spirit to the mountains, or wove myself under water-
plaited black serpent-grass • for form; all  /  in hunt  /  did,
then, and (tricked!) we all became | the brume of burning
fields or scythe-halved scent of • grass itself. A body
made to brief | ly breathe or bruise,  /  sundered  /  to burn or
blunt or belly slow | ly ripen in xenogenic exultation
shares no loyalty with selves • or un | broken by certain
 /  burdened  /  shape (nor should). And so, entrapped in form, I
in • hunger in | habit all on offer: glass’s  /  accursed  /  facets jewel
ing the street beneath • gap-mouthed and ajar;  /  break
able;  /   /  a window  /  both horse and jaw, • hay bale, and melt
ed ice. Hem-fray and moth-made hole, cat’s-paw and rat.

Miriam Bird Greenberg's poems are forthcoming in The Other World, winner of the Center for Book Arts’s limited- edition letterpress chapbook prize. She is the author of In the Volcano's Mouth.

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