Brooke Ellsworth

I BURIED MY NAME

from Elegy for a Lady: Sky-Goer

 

 

The Dakini is only the recollection of the body.

-W.Y. Evans-Wentz in a footnote to The Tibetan Book of the Dead

 

 

God gotten ambitions snap your head wide open, anyway. Even my mother’s

taught merchandise. Neutral, healthy assignment: Blanc. It’s the balanced

type of heightened chatter that balloons, only to die for a few days. Followed

by a fresh and forward-looking second rush of a hand to the receiver.