I wake to find my name
gone as another lost night I want
to salvage: & only to have
its dark teeth sinking
into my skin—: you enter me
through an opening in the sky of
the body like a face (More …)
Michael Wasson’s poems appear in American Poets, Drunken Boat, Narrative, Passages North, and Bettering American Poetry. He is nimíipuu from the Nez Perce Reservation in Idaho and lives abroad.
I wake to find my name
gone as another lost night I want
to salvage: & only to have
its dark teeth sinking
into my skin—: you enter me
through an opening in the sky of
the body like a face (More …)
At the foot of
this mountain you
are the boy alone
again: there is
a word rusted
to the back of
your throat: a deer (More …)
I call out to you like a / You whose flesh is cleared out / from our ghosted
shadows to the tightened lips of / the horizon. There you are / at the cathedral (More …)