Moro EmbraceThe lake is flying, a combination of summer flounder & thunder cloud singing praise to the mother, the movement, the murder. Collapse into it, balloon at downtime, flora of the flame. Swim like a fish walking on water, hide your name beneath its skin, fracture its life with your soles. * InterregnumListen. The past holds the answer. Listen. It hisses, I, too, have small children. Cry your husband's name into the mouth of the sea. The air will curve with murderous appeal: moondrive, blue death. Slice his body. His bones will pass for shrapnel. The fields are treated with light. And the air? And the plow? Listen still. Even God was overwhelmed by his son—hoist him. Karissa Morton holds an MFA from Bowling Green State University where she currently teaches courses in creative writing & composition. Her recent work can be found in The Paris-American, Indiana Review, ILK, & The Rumpus, among others. |