- Paradise Motel
Black flame, blue spoon, now the shadowdraws close a cloak as wide as Lake Michigan,robed and rocked in god's water, ripplingindigo. From out on the street the rush of cars
weave through lanes their harmonies—those vessels I've entered one by one,riding out currents on a raft of fire.There's an outside and inside to quiet, skin
and pith protecting the body joined lesserto greater, scintilla to diamond. They said itwouldn't hurt, and it doesn't. And if the power
takes me, does it matter if they come with saltwater, bring the wheel that turns the breath,come with help for what can't be helped? [End Page 12]
Marsha de la O's upcoming book, Every Ravening Thing, is forthcoming from Pitt Poetry. Her previous book, Antidote for Night, won the 2015 Isabella Gardner Award and was published by BOA Editions. Her first book, Black Hope, was awarded the New Issues Press Poetry Prize. She has published extensively in journals, including recent poems in the New Yorker and the Kenyon Review.