Sep 16, 2014

Letter to Body Made Water

Written by Carly Joy Miller

Read by Sandy Longhorn

This is my striving
for other chances to break

you at the hips. Lust
is admirable. But there’s a flood

about you. You notice
I’ve secured the heart

on wire racks to watch it beat
like a bell. I noticed

the damn cry, mid-afternoon.
The window bothered with streak

and shine. I’m sorry. I tried to swim
the throat of you. That only causes bruises.

That startles the horses—
my own violence

flashes like thunder
and quakes on the walls.