Crane Giamo

Words 1

a new face appears
                                                   the outline's face—
a locked-in ship
of casually blank gods.

                                                   because you press a lemon to my forehead
here is movement              here,
                in calibration,
                               a word’s its sound.

Words 2

civilization is geometry, convergence—
a mob-
made eye out
of need. trespassing

you'd too plug
its spine

                                              evolving as it does history

                                              its tilt
                                              to powder to

                                              to fray such expanse.

Crane Giamo is currently in the MFA program at Colorado State University. Previous work of his has appeared in Little Red Leaves and P-Queue.

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