Sinister (Mirabile Dictu)
Sarah Gridley

Left to the ocean to matchstick the hull.

Left in the darkroom to develop the trees, what distant

fluctuations, what hooves freaking insects out of grass.


Pan left: glass tadpoles you may try with a hammer

and never get the damage of. Of what was left to whom


(the will) was cold. Across the waterspout and thirst

came between the waterspout and thirst.


Pliers for a glass tail, pneumatic hammer for a stone waist.

What was left was holysh atter—was anyways

and ultra-violet,

was summary in the arms of periphery.