From "Dissolve" [On Limbs Of Slanted lights]

By Sherwin Bitsui

On limbs of slanted light
painted with my mind’s skin color,
I step upon black braids,
oil-drenched, worming
from last month’s orphaned mouth.

Winged with burning—
I ferry them
from my filmed eyes, wheezing.

Scalp blood in my footprints—
my buckskin pouch filling
with photographed sand.

No language but its rind
crackling in the past tense.

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