Sunday, September 16, 2012

Something I liked: Nautilus by Joy Harjo



This is how I cut myself open
 --with a half pint of whiskey, then
there's enough dream to fall through

                       to pure bone and shell
                       where ocean has carved out

warm sea animals,

                             and has driven the night
                             dark and in me

                                             like a labyrinth of knives.


from She had some horses
(not sure about spaces, as I hand-copied it from the library.)

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