Cassidy Gabriel

grief in the legs & so the legs like mothers& so our mothers’ bodieslaid openfor everyone to take & thumb & read while we swirl wine like lightto rememberchoking on fruit forgettingin circles a kind of breaking that nightbled onto my skirt & lost its starry insides in your hairits diaphragm grew quiet on our …

A country lying wide open. A country oriented in the original way, toward God. It is like this: all of it, a prosthetic sadness. Wanting to say the thing with bare hands. Morning, held me in her teeth.Morning, her mouth sown with light. Woman, I find myself recounting what I am owed. Woman, I find …