Caroline Davidson
Una Corda
Work while you can,
his hopeless spirit thrived to him to say
along those treacherous coasts.
-John Berryman
Watch the ferries leave
vulgar bells
chant off with my livery
off with my liver
—
Wade awake,
I have become obsessed with variable keys
and the wrong things to say to a person.
—
No anchors. No anchors. No anchors
—
Sentenced to more
years debased.
—
Go forth and dribble resin
neatly across my mouth.
—
The Black Sea reflex
turns away from bass
cliffs. Go ahead
and touch your
chord.
—
I'll wait for anyone to finish playing, then paddle out
land in
overstated strokes.
—
How clean
the coasts
can act.