by Violeta Garcia-Mendoza
An airship brushed with borrowed light, my body
loves a clockwork, darkroom, deckle edge. My stare’s
a feather state—daybreak with dream interpretation.
I scan for geode, guardrail, hand grenade & my body
pings back: alveoli, hip flexors, sciatica. Heart, heart.
Migration season & imagine the horizon crossed with
birds. Longing’s a jet-stream & below it, my body
is an island strewn with kudzu, karma. Somewhere
there’s a laugh track, life raft. I keep a magpie’s nest—
an open letter, pending ode; my pockets full of quartz
& Queen Anne’s lace. I think in ribbons. In this recurring
dream I search for radiance; body as séance, testament,
because unless inside me, where’s the volta? The planet
spins. Inside the tipping light, I voice memo the wind.
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Violeta Garcia-Mendoza is a Spanish-American poet, teacher, and photographer. She is the author of SONGS FOR THE LAND-BOUND (forthcoming, June Road Press, 2024), and her poetry has appeared widely and been nominated multiple times for both the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Violeta lives with her family in western Pennsylvania, where she is part of the Madwomen in the Attic Writing Workshops at Carlow University.
Image: J Yeo
ID: Yellow, white, and gray quartz.
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