[In the other world, I’m told]

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In the other world, I’m told, I was born  /  meant  / 
in the body of a rabbit • to outrun wildfire. I was reck
less, ruing and ruseful, a ravage  /  In the other world,  / 
of time. • I • like the lone cry of a little train  /  wandered  / 
shuttling across the valley of  /  rampant  /  winter’s woven
red ruin. There, in heaven as in hell, • in their ceremony
 /  animals  /  ran • beneath the moon's milk-spilt and -lit
half-woods. There,  /  cracked-open  /  sub | urbia’s  /  red  / 
ecotone a • oyster shell ground to shards in winter’s ditch-
murk, its gutters • with the mud of a street vendor’s clay cups
ground back to earth. Here, office boys in the other else
where buy oysters on Alibaba, their  /  guaranteed  /  freight
• from an afterlife away to arrive born | e of • gentle hands,
plastic-wrapped and  /  a drone’s  /  certain to contain a pearl.

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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