BY TERRELL JAMAL TERRY
Distant blue terrifying absence—
the highest pitch of that color.
Motionless white fog of the woods,
but a cabin floats to space.
My I was impossible & so was
the turmeric taste of your reincarnation.
You’re alive. That’s crazy enough.
Circle of the same worries:
coming is coming through the cream
of moonlight sliced.
The unexpected routes won’t spoil
Crystal thoughts while the weather drops;
frigid, yet also serene.
Dare I say, offer no smarmy hello
to consternating information?
Simply greet. Thus live it down
to the toes
& never retire in the valley
or the vines. The story told:
a massive plaster storm,
frozen cells & the broom standing in
for your spine. The wild meat
of animals replacing tainted crops.
Terrell Jamal Terry is the author of Aroma Truce, forthcoming from Black Lawrence Press in Summer 2017. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Guernica, The Literary Review, Green Mountains Review, West Branch, The Journal, Columbia Poetry Review, The Volta, and elsewhere. He resides in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.