Listening to the Dark

kyle-k-andersonKyle K. Anderson is the recipient of a Fulbright. His work has recently been published in Construction, Town Creek Poetry, Whistling Shade, and elsewhere. A native New Orleanian, he currently resides in San Antonio, TX where he teaches world geography to high schoolers. He plays guitar in a rock and roll band called Levees. You can follow them on Instagram.



Listening to the Dark

I meet you at the river,
And I know nothing.
Your dress made of snow
That buries wolves.
You’ve brought the wine,
The boat, the broken mirror.
Grass licks at my feet
Like ancient wounds.
I wade to kiss the maiden
On the prow, pulling daggers
From the rotten dreams
In her eyes. Your hand waves
Like a young flower opening
In a hummingbird skull,
And I wonder the next time
I will touch your blue
Halo of mosquitoes.
I bite the cork and watch
The fog like a whale
Swallow you.
From your bottle, smoke
Rises to trace my lips.

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