Sometimes It is the Great Unbecoming

sometimes the mouth
is a dried up old well,
nothing but flakes of
syllables and bloated
body with someone
else’s speech,

sometimes the fingers
unbuckle the door’s
latch to hurl shadows
out to where sleep is
curling over the rose-
bud contours as night
escapes like a walking
remedy,

sometimes the mouth
picks specks of stone-
brittle bones from the
snow-curled winter air,
and then the pink floret
infuses a gush of spice
into the lungs, as if the
sky greets the weight of
the great unbecoming
with a click-march of
the dead returned–

 

About Lana Bella

A Pushcart nominee, Lana Bella has a diverse work of poetry and fiction published and forthcoming with over 150 journals, including a chapbook with Crisis Chronicles Press (Winter 2016), Abyss & Apex, Chiron Review, Coe Review, Foundling Review, Fourth & Sycamore, Harbinger Asylum, Literary Orphans, Poetry Salzburg Review, Poetry Quarterly, William Jessup University, and elsewhere, among others.
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