please advise stop
sky speaks with an accent like worship stop
a temporary lifelessness in your eyes where I pour my waiting palaces stop
the pearliest part of a memory is lost to its lack of consequence please
rub a little chalk on both palms and then reach stop
was I the mad girl eyes white like blossoms stop
or just the rescuer who turned accomplice please
so cold the air is granular against skin’s gray stop
we bang this thin sheet of tin and call it listening stop
do the reckless simply hear the avalanche before the rest of us please advise
—Rusty Morrison
About the Author
Rusty Morrison is the author of Whethering, winner of the 2004 Colorado Prize, and the true keeps calm biding its story (forthcoming), winner of the 2007 Sawtooth Poetry Prize. She is co-publisher of Omnidawn Publishing.
