a pale saturation (in day
- a pale saturation (in day
in none lightin a swarm of gray and descentin a charmed hazeinto that dissipating fabric--hail yourself to the sky ephemeral, isolate ever without peerafter black seahorses drop from your pale body [End Page 9] after you’ve tasted that bitter wellerased from Novemberan angry line
“a gray blue storm is slowly rolling in
What do you wish to forget? [End Page 10] Attuned to the mono aural surround drives you to dehisce into the arctic pale above, mirrored in a traceless horizon. This space “of blue” eats up the limits of the human body--my organs coalesce instead as a slow pulse of asymmetrical gray light.
In deep saturation and swarm, in this ultramarine aeriality. What storm.
He breathes lightly across my face. My cheeks are already languid drifting ice floes across my features. His eyes--the warmest winter ice I have never touched.
to reach
“yet the bones cry otherwise [End Page 11]
The spatial constant of cold requires a renewed commitment to dignity. [End Page 12]
With grace, we stride into the crisp churn of snow roses. How blown into translucent integrity, a fact. To survive, flesh cries “take hold and kneel,” the way blue lakes and horses without shadows or the memory of a distant lawn--
The body cries a mother. [End Page 13]
Does it root. Does it squint into the slate baseline under this valley’s head. Sky summons otherwise, to lose all and fathom. Like smoke.
I see invariably across all the years when I transcribe the intensity of your gaze.
The approximate lesson: no hold. None.And as one forgets, walk.
In gray light and wind, the inconstant quarreling turn of it over absent walls. [End Page 14]
Then a sudden sleet, shifting. Am I alone.
The pressure of it--the atmosphere here is an intensity of small children, their insistence.
Do you continue to give [End Page 15]
into it?What else do you long for?
as a posture
[End Page 16] as a possibilityas black slate then bud
spring, such a pale saturation (in day
to become properly aerial [End Page 17]
alert the “tree” inside youhow it dematerializes andsnowy noisedarting narrow cinders of my attentionin gray bluethen white
speak that infinite worda method of ignitionwithout confusionor pain
continually [End Page 18]
don’t break openkeep leaning intogive [End Page 19]
Sueyeun Juliette Lee’s books include That Gorgeous Feeling (Coconut Press 2008) and Underground National (Factory School Press, 2010), as well as numerous chapbooks. Her third full-length collection, SOLAR MAXIMUM, is forthcoming from Futurepoem Books in 2015.
