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from “Ludic Loops”

   



Loose now in a gown of white
empire in your gorgeous ear
between us is a heaven
between us an ultra accessible heaven
fulgurated all the way to the edges
teeming with nascent births.
The direction of light and awakening then,
first the sound went, then the weather went
away from the bird, away from the sun.
Does your mother comes from calenderical time?
It's true, you say, my sister
is trying to die with me,
knife folding grace along your cheek.
I, in my deathly bath
I, in my trash bath
you, a white rose petal, a spider on my thigh
a dirty petal stuck to my white inner wrist
a communist of consciousness
I, rising to the top of the water
I, over broken cliffs of color
heaven is a realm of feeling
a purple red enclosure, an enormous staircase
an equinox, pain in every flower
loose now of god in a gown of white
my heart jumps
out of my body
and into your mouth.





for Cynthia Cruz

Anne Lesley Selcer is a poet making art. Their books include Sun Cycle, winner of The First Poetry Book Award, Blank Sign Book, essays on art + politics, and several limited editions including from A Book of Poems on Beauty, winner of the Gazing Grain award. Recent work has screened, exhibited and been performed at the Athens Film Festival, Artists’ Television Access, Berkeley Art Museum, International Short Film Festival Oberhausen, Krowswork, and other spaces. They have written for museums or gallery catalogs, work most recently appearing in the Drawing Room (London) catalog On Figure/s: Drawing After Bellmer. They are guest editing a sound issue of Tagvverk poetry magazine to be released this Fall.