Callaloo 25.4 (2002) 1027-1028
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One of your clairvoyances who could've
seen her way to speak stared clearance through.
A New York scoping out instead of eye
contact. No voice or vision, no called muse -
one of your sightings that would be a dream
if it cared, if it loved you more, kept you
awake asleep and fucked you woke with your eyes
resting in the open beyond what's seen.
No. One more of the feeling un-invoked
spoken out of these days' put you through
proofs before granting you speech testifies
she is not the mouth of anything you wrote
these days. ould've
She knows the form, her tongue's just sharp and short of
Ed Roberson is author of a number of volumes of poems, including When Thy King Is a Boy, Lucid Interval as Integral Music, Voices Cast Out To Talk Us In (winner of the 1995 Iowa Poetry Prize), and Just In: Word of Navigational Change, New and Selected Work (winner of the 1998 National Poetry Series Competition). He lives in New Jersey.