qarrtsiluni

I’m in my element when the house goes up in flames.
—Amelie Parayres Matisse

Said to have the eyes of an odalisque
wherein an insect blunders and is forced to swim
in the reddened corners to a death no more
consequential than the stemsway of a sunflower
blue pigment in the cells takes in all the timelight
the bending known by seeing triggered that
summer when each week a brace of wood pigeons
was mailed and arrived the world matchless

yet burning Now! Opening her eyes is not the same
as being in the moment hearing the command
she begins the lengthy bandaging what a layer
she is one who winds up tangled

by K. Alma Peterson

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