on watching the famous poet read on YouTube
oh but the camera loves her nose her pupils
dilate her face opens into poem a poem
is coming I lean in for love of those stray
ends plosive sighs maybe I'm not supposed
to hear night_zah pattern _zah wound_zah
and a song thrush starts outside her room or
mine the poet's voice retreats pip-speech
bird-words I match my mouth to hers lip-lisp
the teaching of up up up says the thrush
let me in I won't hurt says the poem oh but
Flights, Issue Fourteen, November 2024
Flight of the dragonfly 