Thy neighbor's wife has a round, open face.
Instead, she walks and her shadow runs after her,
Her shoulders slope above them:
Her smile is open like the window
You lie in bed at night and imagine her chewing.
Her hair tumbles loose out her window,
Her hair is a ladder. You must climb it to reach her,
But if you should possess her,
We do not cut hair on the Seventh Day.
Remember that. Do not ever forget that.
|The Blind Man Sees the River|
in the voice of his friend
The river is wide
The song stretches to cross it
so the very air trembles
although the blind man can not see this
immerses them in the water
and brings palms of river to his ears
|The Airplane Explains Itself|
My wings couldn't hold me.
All my friends were doing it.
Green explosion painted onto the windowpane,
Will you marry me tattooed in white ink upon
The end is nigh proclaims a sign left in the middle of the road,
Perhaps the end is already here.
Michalle Gould lives in Austin, Texas, where she teaches literature and writing and has recently learned to ride a bicycle.