Amy King Night Poems
- 1. The Spirit Is Near
Wrapped in personal pity, betrayer sphinx slinks
and eats; he privately shuffles our motivations.
I like the capability of my eyes, the way they
brighten the woman on the curb by the church.
... - 2. My Head On Fire, Dull But Glowing
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A miniature salamander rears
his tiny head in the halls
... - 3. A Domestic Film
This is the director's cut,
a traveling space in the folded crook
of your plotted hand like silver night
on a thousand platters spreading westward,
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