Outlines
- Outlines
We wear chains of bear bells around our waists and wade into foxfire. We are sailors glowing in pilot lights. We pick bluets that sing what’s left of our family to bed. The moths beat themselves against the glass on the sinking house. Watch. Their blind migration surrounds us and we come out with our hands open. When this house sinks, we’ll be failed sailors, bad sons, our outlines in foxfire burning until the next family. [End Page 21]
Jenny Sadre-Orafai is the author of Paper, Cotton, Leather and four chapbooks. Recent poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Ninth Letter, Tammy, Linebreak, Redivider, Eleven Eleven, Thrush Poetry Journal, PANK, and Rhino. She is co-founding editor of Josephine Quarterly and an Associate Professor of English at Kennesaw State University.
