The Rule of Contraction, by Bonné de Blas
Contract the enclosure of your name.
Here is a poet whose love of language sculpts mysteries for the reader to intuit, in turns of phrase, startling word pairings, a lush sensory offering that refuses to gel into only one conclusion.
Calcine hours crack vertical night, wing and grass bending. Bent. Inflection of shadow consumes my body. You recognize the dispersed outline. Vertebrae cursive, the compromise of skin. A scratch of rain. Inception of shore an inversion to symmetrical cloud. Yesterday’s flesh becomes our dwelling.