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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 between worlds and rise singing. Tongue a bow. Bells for teeth. The evergreens God saying kneel.

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.