Interjection
- Interjection
You caryatids,hive-like heads shadowing
the infant’s nails, eyelashes,every of-its-own-accordformed perfectly thing
the sound of onethe sound of two beesat the hive opening
you deadwho carried the words to our mouthswhen no one asked
interjectingthese dials the sun still circles
you watchfrom the words the fallen leaves catch rain as ifstill waiting
for some identification. [End Page 104]
Brandon Krieg
Brandon Krieg is the author of a poetry collection, Invasives (New Rivers Press, forthcoming), and a chapbook, Source to Mouth (New Michigan Press). He is associate editor of Poetry Northwest and a founding editor of The Winter Anthology (www.winteranthology.com). He lives in Kalamazoo, MI.
