Corina Copp, p.5
THE POLLEN’S ON THE RAKE
Dawdle at the quarantined: they’ll
shut traps according to your nature
be it runny potency or idolatry as it antlers
Hurry, the basic front to muteness we
see-saw, in jeopardy, the waterways
channel speech from stairwell to porch
Screams about salted wounds grant
wish for towel of muscle or kinds of grace
(scrubbed, in travel, and unwitting)
Dulled in some crowd they’ll
portrait others not as unsanctified,
others wholly fire-urgent, as they are read
Dawdle at the quarantined: they’ll
shut traps according to your nature
be it runny potency or idolatry as it antlers
Hurry, the basic front to muteness we
see-saw, in jeopardy, the waterways
channel speech from stairwell to porch
Screams about salted wounds grant
wish for towel of muscle or kinds of grace
(scrubbed, in travel, and unwitting)
Dulled in some crowd they’ll
portrait others not as unsanctified,
others wholly fire-urgent, as they are read