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 is currently writing her third poetic biography, Music Made Visible: a biography of George Balanchine. Jessica is the founding editor of Rabbit: a journal for nonfiction poetry and is senior lecturer in Creative Writing at RMIT University. She recently co-edited Contemporary Australian Feminist Poetry (Hunter Publishers, 2016).

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