--from X-Ray
In and over folds form and form it. At night, wet under
rags: as if I never touched it—
when fired, it is fire—
cut from the ground, it wants to be clay.
My hands, like butterflies in mud, let my fingers be furious.
Floating. A railroad spike through my chest
and into the mattress, but the stomach, it
floats. I see it rising, and I’m with it, though
my chest is sinking, there is the stomach,
floating.
X-Ray is a 32 page, hand-bound chapbook by Michael Rerick.
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