Tell me again what it isn\u2019t
\nbut what it looks like.<\/p>\n
The minnows, boneless
\nand so easily understood.
\nEye, eye, intestine, spinal cord,
\nfrenzied mouths in the muck.<\/p>\n
Their sight, pinhead dark
\nthrough which I enter.<\/p>\n
The night heron just now appearing.
\nTacit spear of its mouth
\npulled and held still.
\nIdeas of violence, like petals
\nresting on the water’s face.<\/p>\n
Downtown, the counter-protestors
\nslung with rifles.
\nIn the locker room, my head down.<\/p>\n
Do you ever write love poems?<\/em> I want to make sense. Shy in its bowl of daylight, Some minnows belly up, flakes of salt <\/p>\n Tell me again what it isn\u2019t but what it looks like. The minnows, boneless and so easily understood. Eye, eye, intestine, spinal cord, frenzied mouths in the muck. Their sight, pinhead dark through which I enter. The night heron just now appearing. Tacit spear of its mouth pulled and held still. Ideas of violence, like […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2317,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[83,1],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-53v","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19437"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2317"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19437"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19437\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19534,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19437\/revisions\/19534"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19437"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19437"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19437"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nEveryone I love is working
\nin me, their desires becoming my own.<\/p>\n
\nI am not at all precious
\nwith what I see.<\/p>\n
\nthe ebbing moon.
\nIn its same phases. Always changing,
\nbut in a way you can name.<\/p>\n
\nin the limestone pool.
\nThe fish that live become heavy.<\/p>\nIra GOGa<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"