reWriting graCe

reWriting graCe Brooke Stanish

rewrite the way pupils lift light with honey lashes, rewrite it so that they lift me too; rewrite the dirt breath folding around a neck when it molds into earth; rewrite your embrace, sun-spotted as clay; rewrite belief as an orbit, flailing, plucked & see what’s left; rewrite the planet falling off your lips; rewrite the breath lifting grass so that it means something in alone; rewrite silence & dash it upon the rocks until laughter crumbles down; rewrite what you thought you knew of your skin & sin & earth silk that never fails to kiss your feet, rewriting you to begin Poetry 69