Fathoms
by Louise Mathias
“Fathoms” was originally published in Issue 07 of Manor House Quarterly: MYTH.
Maybe to touch it, gently to the throat.
Some flowers have throats—
where do they think they are going?
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red cave
of the mouth
warm pet
of the mouth
to persist in her
(an address).
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Dragging me across like a star.
If,
as Borges says,
the magic is severe.
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Act like a human,
my once-husband said.
We were standing
in our very own shitty kitchen—
my animal
smelling your animal
across 8 states.
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To speak
of feed & flowers.
Or her muzzle & her fur.
(She can incorporate
all hunters.)
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Destroyer of mornings,
destroy.
Some years ago now,
some eyes.
Some eyes that obliterate trains.