Emily as a Choke of Silk<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/strong>Delicate beam, thickened
\nin celebration of an induced
\nvision, we have seen the barn<\/p>\n

on fire, but the barn has never
\nbeen on fire.\u00a0 We have seen
\nthe rivers emptied, but the sky<\/p>\n

has only grazed our veins,
\nkissing them with degrees
\nof warmth.\u00a0 We have, with<\/p>\n

each other, been shoulder
\nblade to shoulder blade
\nwith death, but not once<\/p>\n

have we given a name
\nto that world, the one where
\nwe don\u2019t exist together,<\/p>\n

the one where the names we
\nspeak give us no safety at all.<\/p>\n

*\u00a0 *\u00a0 *<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Emily as Written by William Elliot Whitmore
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n

The levy is an idea
\n& her shoulders,<\/p>\n

that is a flood we
\nnever could plan for,<\/p>\n

but those sandbags
\nI kept around<\/p>\n

the black locust tree,
\nthey came in handy,<\/p>\n

when Emily took me,
\nbefore she took<\/p>\n

the rest of the town.<\/p>\n

*\u00a0 *\u00a0 *<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Emily as the Skin of Ocean Water
\n<\/strong>
\n
\n<\/strong>Grisly service, our shore
\nis a promise made to the dead,
\nbut a promise that carries<\/p>\n

so much absoluteness with it,
\nit can only keep the art
\nof losing buried beneath<\/p>\n

the first, extending roll.\u00a0 After
\nlove becomes an option
\nwe look at each shell we pick up<\/p>\n

as an empty sausage casing,
\na disgusting absence that tasted
\nonce like a silver bone<\/p>\n

that never held fat, only sinewy
\nmuscle that led it to expire
\nin our waiting hands.<\/p>\n

If we stand next to the ocean
\nlong enough, we will believe
\nonly in the filth of the ocean,<\/p>\n

but if on a trip we were to see
\nthe tide retreating, our lives
\nwill feel unthreatened forever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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