For D

I drift awake, & search with the slow hands of trapped miners
for hope under the cool, collapsed roof of bedclothes—there is

skin, & a hip, the curve of stomach, skin & skin, & after our
eviction from youth, under the gray shroud of crumbling

clay & entropy, again I have found you, a new world waiting
to be named—back, breast, & the rest of paradise.


Ed Taylor's fiction and poetry have appeared most recently in Southwest Review, Slipstream, Nth Position (UK), Knock, New Writing (UK), and the anthology PP/FF. He has received writing fellowships from the Virginia Commission on the Arts and the Constance B. Saltonstall Foundation. His e-chapbook “The Rubaiyat of Hazmat” was published in 2004 by BlazeVox Books.


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