Selected Poems
Rhiannon
She is the moon and believing in magic,
she wore a hole through the middle of my name
between the long vowel and hard consonant.
She tested by asking bent questions and riddles.
She frayed the beginning and end with her foreign tongue.
Rhiannon never cared where I came from.
She could erase my name with penitent breath
by repeated incantations and switching sounds
like singing coins in a rum ration cup.
She is enthroned beyond the back seat.
Brightness she managed, fell deaf to the ground.
Rhiannon would never follow me into the dark.
she wore a hole through the middle of my name
between the long vowel and hard consonant.
She tested by asking bent questions and riddles.
She frayed the beginning and end with her foreign tongue.
Rhiannon never cared where I came from.
She could erase my name with penitent breath
by repeated incantations and switching sounds
like singing coins in a rum ration cup.
She is enthroned beyond the back seat.
Brightness she managed, fell deaf to the ground.
Rhiannon would never follow me into the dark.
