notes on grief (i)
the loons have come / sunrise bloodletting
into the lake / they call to me across / the water
they shriek / perhaps / it comes to them
in the break / of mist / perhaps / this is why
they hold their breath / for so long
notes on grief (iv)
In a dream I am a loon impervious
to the quick sting of water. Able
to slip without sound
and rise singing.
Tongue a bow. Bells for teeth.
The evergreens God
Audrey Gidman is a queer poet living in Maine. Her poems can be found or are forthcoming in Rust + Moth, Wax Nine, SWWIM, The Inflectionist Review, The Shore, Luna Luna, Rogue Agent, The West Review and elsewhere. Her chapbook, body psalms, winner of the Elyse Wolf Prize, is forthcoming from Slate Roof Press. Twitter // @audreygidman.