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by Olivia Cronk

In miniature

in firmament

I crawl to the finger face

to unclaw it all at once.

Why if it isn’t phoenix burning

and burning and praising

in ghostly bare symmetry.

Hello de-tipped mountains.

Hello possessed corpse.

I hold its smug head

and its smug unsniffed hair.

It tells me we are swinging tongueless

to watch our jaws fished.

In firmament the brain calls to be born uncrawling.

I eat it all at once.

Comments

[brandon heckman]

I love the build to the last stanza, and the image of us "swinging tongueless / to watch our jaws fished." I love the echoing images that compete there, particularly with "jaws"--our mouths/jaw fished? jaws the shark? Very cool.