[Realpoetik] Nicole Wilson

[RealPoetik Magazine]

DASH, CHURN




Mother knows each day’s a face



halved like the planet of a weather report;



she can tell the operator “I like



your telephone voice, I like your dimes



and radios.”  Her plane crash is a birth



or a building or stuck levers



or a chord composing to house



all those vertical bodies



unpeeling themselves, and the division



sign she etches on top of the table



is about hands missing



hands missing



a groom. Lungs breathe



the shape of flesh pins and whiskers



like a carousel coming loose.






*Nicole Wilson's* poems have appeared in *Columbia Poetry Review, Emprise
Review*, *Babel Fruit, **Rabbit Light Movies*, and *Coconut*, among others.*
 *She works and teaches at Columbia College Chicago where she received her
MFA.


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