I asked things of god, until the day
he slipped me over his shoulders.
I am more drape than I expected.
I feel myself hemp and sequin, both. He is more slender.
Now he asks --
If a polyphemus moth alights
on a red door in the shape of him--
does this pane of ice freshen and pulse,
does it suss or hush a foal?
Will a mantis knit him into her bell jar
in hepatica and dogtooth?
Is he an easy grace?
LAURA PAGE is a poet and visual artist based in the Pacific Northwest. Her work has appeared in numerous publications, including Rust + Moth, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, The Indianapolis Review, The HUNGER, Bone Bouquet, Temple University's TINGE magazine, and elsewhere. Her forthcoming debut collection, Dove, Coyote was selected by Dorothea Lasky for Ghost Peach Press's inaugural poetry prize. Laura is editor of the poetry journal, Virga.