Cryptid Poem by A.D. Lauren-Abunassar
here comes hearsay: after bluebird; heresy after pines bow down to —
thunder happens; this is hardly feasible sustenance, soundscape so
capable of turning its own bed down — blood: blue & begging,
relinquish, release, ready redness for dripping; light into ligature, moon
into muscle — this strange wildness, that girl, bringing water to foxes —
the space between fingers; the space between fingers pointing — skin
thin & hardly becoming — drinks every river she swims in, blood part
tributary; how soft her earlobes & traceable spine — the German word
for poison is the English word for gift — the word for forgiveness is the
sound for outrunning — her horse-dream: starving & girl dream: bodied
not — horse is to girl as love is to wolf — her exile; her snow-pocked
woods, new wet like white moon — season of doing — morning of
listing; things to get away with: — orison to oracle & orator to orbit or
else she forgets her own losing; or else she goes elsewhere — skinned
open as a door — skin is to branch: pruned; woods so like habits: she
grows into them — the night is when trees grow their tallest; there is
sound for this also, her bones ricked & calling — the word for this call is
the place to go next — a plum blooms come nightfall — she walks into
this sacrifice
