stumbled. Your room in The Glass Tavern, a view of
heel clicks heel clicks heel clicks
air.
(Sad now. Who-will-feed-you-the-evening-spoon.)
Swept many thin things are
sideways in blue and pink
with whose broom, the evening sky
grand not speaking not a question
O the question. You travel?
We could say: swallows have found their throats again.
You sleep at an open window. At earth’s center a certain
someone discovers then forgets the function of arms
on a clock. You?
—The hurry to embrace.
Notes: The title is after José Lezama Lima in "Material Memoria": "La luz es el primer animal visible de lo invisible." Line 11 is after Malachi Black, April 2006: "The swallows have lyrics scratching at their throats."
by Ana Božičević
