Five Poems by Lisa Fink

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Her Disco [5]

(she who) tightens the throat
equals

(she who) causes the throat to breathe
equals

our scorpion queen. Our meat
run rampant run equals

bhū-: to become, to grow
equals equal.

Equal equals becomes, be.
The angle of incidence

equals
the angle of reflection.

We gather at her,
the oracle of her, & are

reflected.

Genesis

on a brown plain straddling
     hands on [...]