Shannon Jonas

November spills its ink into the Michigan sky

Night opens like the bell that peals over the apple orchards

 

One note--first note--two three--the fourth holds then trails off

The last note--nothing after this & nothing else like it

 

Like a concussed bird I fill in the gaps

Of where I was & where I should be--if all goes well I’ll sleep

 

I won’t remember anything

Night has consolidated its stars to a whisper O holy void

 

It sounds like branches groaning in the wind in winter--

The moon is a concave chest close to its heart that

 

Pumps blood to my cochlea to hear the lisps of stars--

I pick small shells of sound from the sand--

 

The shore is abandoned because there is a shark infestation

The waves are dying for blood & the shore is dying for news

 

Shark teeth fish scales & stars coat the shore like snow

I’m afraid of teeth & stars--scales & snow I can build a home with

 

No news from the stars is good news

I am introduced to nature--

 

I think about lost birds calling to nothing as nothing calls back to them

Once when I was awake & it was dawn

 

I was awake & it was dawn

Bildungsroman

The Young Housewife  

          Hume again has fallen

 

             down the wine-cellar stairs--

 

A fish-man sibilant & convulsive

 

                swimming the landing--

 

 

I’ve learned not to offer

 

a hand in his ascension--

 

 

I smooth my dress over my hips & thighs

 

 

                                         rub my eyes

 

 

& exit the house--

 

By lantern light I thrash the hedge-maze with a sword

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