Sam Morley



Pteropus

far from the beach and its many mouths the body of a dead bat skin strung in a cartography of veins even at dusk flies fuzz its eyes terrier teeth crescent claws fur pelt pulled winter close the evening draws …

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Cicada Song

the thin atrium of your body dry as crepe paper wings flat on your torso a leadlight map of nations eyes sequined solar panels reflecting silence husk of you in my palm how the sea warns you its long-rumpled muscle …

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Humpback (Pacific)

I make my boys stand in the wind and look at the ocean unhinging itself over and over. I tell them that among the waves craving themselves there is a mass of blue permanence, that below the surface tension of …

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