"Leave Something Quiet in Shell of My Ear" by CAConrad

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unfastened                                         in the backseat a                                  portion of our music is                               mucus flying into stillness                              at what point do we submit                                 to the authority of flowers                               at what point after it enters                       the mouth is it no longer in the                     mouth but the throat the colon making sumptuous death of the world   this is what crossing the line gains                 no need to pretend we                     are the people we                             want to be in                                the next life                                 bone under                            tongue drives              taste of snow to metal         sorry I threw up at your wedding   it wasn't from drinking it was from thinking on mountain all night waking     tangled in spirits of morning light           our planet floats on emptiness                        the undisclosed mirror                                         held to flame                                         pushed it into                                         a pile of ash                                         a trail of ash                                            leading us                                            toe to toe                                         with wild sides                                      what's emerging is                                        a grip we've been                                      reaching for please                                         grab hold with us              Copyright © 2017 CAConrad. Used with permission of the author. About This Poem   "This is a poem I dedicate to the great Margaret Randall and it was written from a ritual I did where I studied pollinators, especially the sphinx moth, pollinating cherry blossoms in Marfa, Texas. After a sphinx moth or bee pollinated a blossom I would pluck it and let it dissolve on my tongue while writing." —CAConrad   CAConrad is the author of While Standing in Line for Death, forthcoming in the fall of 2017 from Wave Books. He lives in Philadelphia. Poetry by Conrad   While Standing in Line for Death (Wave Books, 2017)  "from It's Time" by Frank Sherlock "our happiness" by Eileen Myles "Appeal to the Grammarians" by Paul Violi Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. If you enjoy Poem-a-Day, please consider making a donation to help make it possible. Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038

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