these particular poems with a definite "quietude" in mind.
I wanted the movement of the emotional territory to supercede
any logical or lingual incongruities. If these poems work
right, hopefully the reader will remember the sensation
of them more than the actual writing--in that regard, I
strive for a type of transparency and clarity.
the quiet place
fuller in your
stones with no need to move
having lost all full plural forms
kept the appearance of the glass sinking ship
that you the same as
breath being rest assured in space its own
a mission in the mountains, burned
still now for the motion and maze
refuses private territory
and the same struck in terror, absolved
apologizing as a sequence,
as a cocoon knows
in all methods but out
in a heartbeat
potomac's flush range
quicksand halting (is easier
Angel by angel
Here, five angels fell to earth and bled.
of their brothers threw ashes into a pit.
small river stones conversed and it was the beginning of the metric
one angel elapsed into the continuous present.
discovered the violent pleasures of sex.
made peace with grief and dissolved into the salt sea.
orders were patient.
were particular absolutes to be obeyed.
by frame, holy dignitaries shook hands and parted.
was provided as conclusive evidence of their descent.
numerous catalogs and indices that were cross-referenced.
by angel, wing by wing, keeping beats per second, waiting.
angel did not make it out.
angel did not want to make it out but did.
turned back for his shoe.
another was still fast asleep.
angel questioned the necessity of flight, of darkness, of whispers.
Angel four wondered at angel three's
when, touching his arm,
crumbled into silt.
Juliette Lee grew up in McLean, Virginia and is currently
an MFA student in poetry. She's had poems appear in Shampoo,
LitVert, and Can
We have Our Ball Back?