Salt over the shoulder and the babble-down evening
\nset the stage for this:
\nRose hip oil. The twang of a loose b-string.
\nCorduroy (always corduroy). And the passing of small
\nbird songs between our protowords, our short
\nbursts of meaning and the quizzical glances we shared
\nafter each quick breath. The old violet that polluted
\neach incandescent eye above us, found wilted
\nclover on the tips of our tongues\u2014diamonds
\nthat have given up and agreed to be dust. Here at the evil<\/p>\n
end of beauty, the dirty spot where scrimshaw bathes
\nin ambergris and dries itself in sable, where polished skulls
\nline the walls with bright bejeweled eyes\u2014this is where
\nour breathing brings us, as if memories were less jagged
\nthan these visions, as if words could do more damage
\nthan our tiny shapeless murmurings. There are chords
\nthat should never be struck. Chords that sympathetic notes
\nreject. This was the message. We were both captured on
\nthe machine saying our five second farewells, giving shape
\nto resignation. This and the blistering quiet after. This<\/p>\n
and everything that came next: all those broken briars,
\nwet towels with no owners, notes both sung and written
\non the line the breakwater leaves across our throats\u2014
\nthe only proof we need that the tide is coming in.<\/p>\n
Salt over the shoulder and the babble-down evening set the stage for this: Rose hip oil. The twang of a loose b-string. Corduroy (always corduroy). And the passing of small bird songs between our protowords, our short bursts of meaning and the quizzical glances we shared after each quick breath. The old violet that polluted […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":22,"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":[14],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-17C","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4316"}],"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\/22"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4316"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4316\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10313,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4316\/revisions\/10313"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4316"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4316"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4316"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}