Citrine Ash #3, and: Monikers
- Citrine Ash #3, and: Monikers
Citrine Ash #3
Comfort of night calm, the dim flashOf the moon. You meet someone
Full of molded shadow & a suede laugh.You were warned about communication.
Beginnings are no answer—Terrain of loose color, feet & path spun
Silent & distant while children squintThe day closed. A bent shine
Left the ground to tumbleUnder our ankles. May I borrow your voice
To make a phone callBefore the dance wears off the wood?
Deer run in different directions.How did you know I was here?
May I borrow the cure for my limbsTo find the end of no question?
I was warned about malingering.I’m a novice, unexcited to relax in a grave. [End Page 146]
Monikers
A voice sweats & the lake cracksSkin & bones of smoke clean the core for usLava & frizz formed the stone stairs& your tilted brain (a hazing ghost)Meagerness & snow-shineThe showers of tomorrow spilledI pretended & danced around the disasterMy memory knows youThis snoring fear has a distinct soundA round elevationI was squeezing myself awake& diagnosing an allergy to a dreamHear this from your end of the stenciled roomA disguise speaking simultaneous islandsEveryone became a pet in a less mercurial wayArguing with whispers& waiting for significant fatigueIt makes senseNever sculpt my atomOr I’ll pour you over the open grid [End Page 147]
Terrell Jamal Terry was born in Germany and raised in Raleigh, North Carolina and Central, Texas. His poems have appeared in The Literary Review, Green Mountains Review, West Branch, Washington Square Review, Columbia Poetry Review, and elsewhere. His debut collection, Aroma Truce, is forthcoming from Black Lawrence Press in the summer of 2017. He resides in Pittsburgh, PA. Email: t.j.terry81@gmail.com
