Each Bound of the Fiery Paper
1
Who does me this I whistle off
brazen as the green of the Palestinian flag
Strange wishful little books clot my fur
I do not labor except to season my domain
Through seven holes all things twitter
I reject the disjecta of allegory
A sluttery roller skate grips my shoe
2
Is there enough chaos in you to make a world?
The feather on the egg is the horse under the bed
The New England winter is still raw and long
The summer is intense and abandoned
Cal Bedient, "Each Bound of the Fiery Paper" from The Multiple. Copyright © 2012 by Cal Bedient. Reprinted by permission of Omnidawn Publishing.
Source:
The Multiple
(Omnidawn Publishing, 2012)
