RaptorI felt the moon in me cut like a tooth the owl in clinical trials will survive the summer the vanishing skin the tongue continues to roll a murmuration of paper and fur the conductor of bleeding will make you an altar bring your unstrung nightbirds your bottle of drown here is my breath I smear it on my shrieking it is the only natural predator of lips and planets Nick Narbutas is an MFA candidate and Creative Writing Teaching Fellow at Columbia University. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Gulf Coast, [PANK] Magazine Online, ILK, The Pinch, The Massachusetts Review, and elsewhere. |