Prayer from a Mouse by Sarah Messer
Dimensionless One, can you hear me? Me with the moon ears, caught in ice branches? Beneath the sky's long house, beneath the old snake tree, I pray to see even a fragment of you-- whiskers ticking a deserted street, a staircase leading to the balcony of your collarbone. Beloved King of Stars, I cannot contain my animal movements. For you I stay like a mountain. For you I stay like a straight pin. But in the end, the body leaves us its empty building. Midnight petulant as a root cellar. Wasps crawling in sleeves. I sleep with my tail over my face, enflamed. Oh Great Cataloguer of Snow Leaves, I pray that you may appear and carry every piece of my fur in your hands. Copyright © 2013 by Sarah Messer. Used with permission of the author. |
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