because they say, "Dance is Poetry in Motion"

by Gabriela Simich


THIS IS, AS THEY SAY, ANOTHER STORY


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My mouth has performed a service, storytellers.

Storytellers, all conflict-whipped. All data-hip.


The terrible channels are not all behind me, yet

I have lipped the prayers I could. Clamored to be

 

a songstress. Some girl in the forest. Some holy

ghostbot. I have allowed this mess to persist

 

and make its passion here by sling-breath, arrow-

foot. I want to open this rude flesh to what else

 

it must know. I have counted on it, and so I slow

the mountain in the distance, ask the snow to wait

 

in the car. I’ll be right there. Where the eye’s light marks

the edge of love, I will not grow a callous.

-Carrie Chappell