Beginning with a line from Tarfia Faizullah’s “West Texas Nocturne”
Because the sky burned, I had to unhinge
my sooty eyes from their lingering.
In the season of undoing, the tender heart-leaves
of the new are shredded
as soon as they arrive. Wind eats the view
and scalds a wrecked swath like a medieval dragon
as it moves across this land I’ve made
a home of. This is the land of the living,
despite what is buried here and the sand
with its urge toward erasure.
Everything is germinating,
and the horizon flares
with fires, distant and close, smoke
the color of sunglasses. I see
but my vision is skewed. Listen. I don’t want
to sound such yearning but the wind howls too
and means nothing by it. The hills are on fire
and the desert is on fire and the air is thick
with other people’s fires. And my own burning
is so small as to go unnoticed.
I am calling but the wind is busy
taking everything away.
ABOUT THE POET
Rebecca Aronson’s books are Ghost Child of the Atalanta Bloom and Creature, Creature. She was a recipient of a Prairie Schooner Strousse Award, the Loft’s Speakeasy Poetry Prize, and a 2018 Tennessee Williams Scholarship to Sewanee. She has poems recently in South Florida Poetry Journal, Tishman Review, and others. She is co-founder and co-host of Bad Mouth, a series of words and music.
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