Julie Doxsee

Continuum

Attribute the color of

                              blue trees to
                              the blue bird


atrophying in your skull.

                              I negotiate rib
                              and low lamp


with the backdrop of

                              ornaments
                              swinging gently


near your head. Envy me

                              because
                              I'm not


ghostly. Along the scrim,

                              you close in
                              on the slow


hand blackening electricity,

                              wearing you
                              as a night light.

Bio

"Continuum" first appeared in Eratio Postmodern Poetry.