Salt Years
8 July 2010
Vol. 10, No. 2
poetry
Whether you salt me or not
We swallow our mouths together.
We call states.
Name together the animals we'd kill
Singing O Dead Angels all the while.
The Albatross Is a Paper Bird
5 July 2010
Vol. 10, No. 2
poetry
In the book there is a bloody picture of the bird.
Two women stretch the wingspan.
They are gloved and smiling.
Here off the alley we fend for nothing.
We move barefooted silently on stairs that do not creak.