Still life, sealed letter
by Carrie Sinclair-Katz
Go now, crushed world.
I see the cramp
of how you're folded.
Temple to blue knee,
you'll ber cloisterd first
in war-shaped plane, then
room after parching
room, staining you with Wait.
Knowing you, and knowing
well where now I send
you, the corners of you
lightly tacked, she will
take you in her long
hot hands, and tear
you clean, apart.
