Houses with hospital corners
Maze of lost hours
Skirl of wind and whir of bat
Aurora borealis in the arc
Of sky and as we
Sleep our bones grow long
Awake we shudder at bat
Ur-mouse
Trapped in leather wings
Our bursts of freedom
Sonar-less and
Webbed in weak flesh
Everything known dis-
Jointed and rabid
We have become our fear
A creep and spine of bats
A worry of bats
Cave with no reason or safety
Prisoners of possession
At war with light
Snared by our own dark selves |
Susan Terris' poetry books include THE HOMELESSNESS OF SELF, CONTRARIWISE, NATURAL DEFENSES, FIRE IS FAVORABLE TO THE DREAMER, POETIC LICENSE, and EYE OF THE HOLOCAUST. Her work has appeared in many publications including: The Iowa Review, Field, The Journal, Colorado Review, Prairie Schooner, Spillway, The Southern Review, PoetryBay, Volt, Denver Quarterly, and Ploughshares. For seven years, with CB Follett, she edited RUNES, A Review Of Poetry. She is now editor of Spillway and a poetry editor for Pedestal Magazine and In Posse Review. She had a poem from Field published in PUSHCART PRIZE XXXI.
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