Dear second tongue.
Dear ice-slicked snake caught in the throat.
Dear most slender ghost in the whole mouth.
Dear tongue of glass underneath a pane
of untouched snow,
tongue of always leaving the mouth
swung open for enthused wind.
Dear tongue of incense. Of the dropped icicle,
its divot-shaped legacy
across a bloom-red field turning like touched snow. [End Page 13]
Peter LaBerge’s work appears in Beloit Poetry Journal, Best New Poets, Colorado Review, Indiana Review, Iowa Review, Pleiades, Tin House, and elsewhere. He is the recipient of a fellowship from the Bucknell University Stadler Center for Poetry and the founder and editor-in-chief of the Adroit Journal. He lives in Philadelphia, where he is an undergraduate student at the University of Pennsylvania.