Stylus

          I scatter my enemies
          as my god told    me
          tho’ not my   natural
          inclination I’d rather
          leave them    on mu-
          te, erase their stupid
          faces & srsly escape
          up to the  mountains
          that cares zip    who
          wins (the main goal
          o’ mine enemies  to
          beat me) since     all
          lose to mt’s in  such
          category as  majesty
          beauty, height & uh
          immanent dominion
          I’ll climb     winded
          as hell   concentrate
          on my breathe body
          & the fragility I can-
          not allow the  least
          of my foes to   sight
          let alone delight   in
          ever binding me   to
          my shield, my    god.

Love Story in Marine Flags

          I have a diver down; keep well clear at slow speed,
          I am taking in, discharging, or carrying dangerous cargo;
          I am maneuvering with difficulty,
          I am moving to starboard.

          I have been disabled – please communicate with me;
           “I am hauling nets”
          I have a pilot on board,
          I am altering my course.

          Keep well clear of me – I am on fire.
          Keep clear of me – I am engaged.

          I wish to communicate with you by: arms;
          my vessel is stopped
          their nets are caught on something
          stop your intentions and watch for my signals.

          I am pulling my anchor behind me.
          I require a tug.


Merridawn Duckler is a writer from Portland, Oregon, author of Interstate (dancing girl press, 2019), and Idiom, winner of the Washburn Prize. Recent work in Ninth Letter, Pithead Chapel, Queen Mob’s Tea House, Ibbetson Street Press; fellowships/awards include Yaddo, Southampton Poetry Conference, Poets on the Coast, Dorset Writers Colony. She’s an editor at Narrative and at the philosophy journal Evental Aesthetics.   TWITTER   INSTAGRAM
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