Carolyn Ferrucci

2022

The birds buoyed the branches until they made a choice to leave, separately together

Biological, without origin, inexhaustibly so

You are someone else

Sharp rate

Of change, We upheaves

Disparately, rocky

Road, a repeated true thing

Talking to the mark

You insist on being

The road is neon in daylight

Is our rigor of trespass

Of Our

Our our unowned, where

Does the water perceive its own

Position in space, devoted, public

Unaffiliated, crustaceous

Your voice deletes, you repeat

The message, this time in limestone

Near it but never close enough

To be confused with it

A red line tracks

Time, insisting, one

Inch per one hundred

Years, you’re tracing, you’re obsessive, you’re careful, laborious, you’re zealous, you’re overwhelm, you’re cavernous, isolated, gathered, you’re repulsed, attracted, pulling and drawing

You’re ill and alive

If a void of space, then full

Then telling

Telling salinity

You searched for “horses at night”

You wrote it in charcoal on black

Brackish in its blurry state

Like land, vocal

If swallowing silence, then sounding

You put them in your own mouth, you mouthed their words

In salinity

You say them again, you graph your devotion

To absence, you dance it

This really tall field again in the dark

Carolyn Ferrucci, 2022