WE GATHER AT NIGHT
We have spent
the day collecting
like mercury.
Our shiny
beaded pool,
our independent
gauge. I am only
every adjective I can’t
think of and still
you are well-fitted
from bone to skin.
It is menacing
to acquire fences,
to drive down
from the mountain
day after day.
WE GATHER AT NIGHT
Under the
ammunition
of the red room
I am unwrinkling
gallantry with
a blindfold.
You are
forcing the hatch
and bounding
the floor in rubber.
The idea of us
is my palm
held up parallel
to my face.
Jackie Clark is editor-in-chief of LIT magazine. She is also the series editor ofPoets off Poetry at Coldfront. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming from Word for/Word, Sixth Finch, and Fou, among other places. Her chapbook Office Work is forthcoming from Greying Ghost Press. She blogs occasionally at No Help for That.