BECAUSE YOU'VE KNOWN NOTHING ELSE
what can the sky mean if you’re even with it?
The nothing of just breathing -—
If the square consumes the compass,
if matter dominates spirit,
then the clouds are clouds without shape,
dust & sand -—
Like the sky from the wings of a plane
or side by skin on the same bed.
His hand merely a cast, your back
a nylon hose, a circle spun -—
his hook, the drafting compass of your release.
Kara Dorris earned an MA in English from the University of North Texas. She is currently pursuing her MFA in poetry at New Mexico State University. Her poetry has been published in ListenLight and The Tusculum Review.