← v16n1, Spring 2017Poetry · Volume 16, Number 1
Licking Light
Light unlocks her sins
Licking dark light like a lizard’s tongue
The afternoon breaks open
Her music of radiance
The door is rolling on
The floor
And the colors of yesterday
Sunbathe in the shade
Mothers folding their arms in wooden crates
Grandmothers giving hickeys to bruised plums
