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Two poems: Ionian cup 570-550 BCE and Life of Art

I sit reading for so long that my legs tingle
with guilt, and the arms of the chair
become my arms. For a moment
I feel the stiffness in your back.

Galileo’s Finger

Now his finger itches
to hatch from its enclosure
of moulting skin, inch up
beyond the down lights
to the paper-thin sky,

Cryptid

a relic that preceded the Anthropocene.

Aussie Salute

a ritual to dispel black invertebrates

K+B+M 2010

I’ll leave my bones behind to pry you from His greedy hands and greet you again, with greedy hands of my own.