Type
Poetry

Breathless

                after Judith Crispin’s Self-Diptych

There are bees at her mouth
and birds at her eye – flying.

The dust, so scattered
as froth on a wave, passing.

Her pores open to the breath’s
quotation: address the horizon;
look to the moon.

Her mind, open.

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Jessica L Wilkinson’s latest book of poetry is Music Made Visible: A Biography of George Balanchine (Vagabond Press, 2019). She is the managing editor of Rabbit and an Associate Professor in Creative Writing at RMIT University.

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