by Christina Lloyd
After Pelvis IV, by Georgia O’Keeffe
Whether wing or arch or crest,
I cannot make out which part
you tipped to the light
to capture the desert day moon
in a blue basin.
Smudging dried sagebrush
or ash over the moon,
you laid bare bone’s heft.
Viewers who jawed away
about your gruesome trophies
did not witness this moon-marble
dissolve in a blue gas flame.
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Born in Hong Kong and raised in Manila and San Francisco, Christina Lloyd holds a PhD in creative writing from Lancaster University. Her debut collection, Women Twice Removed, is forthcoming from Sixteen Rivers Press.
Image: aziz ayad
Image description: a fluffy white cloud in a blue sky.
Psaltery & Lyre 