5/22/14

Arda Collins

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blood spread on your face

to the beat

it’s cool

lions tear it apart



wind blows through the night

in the big seven wonder

identical knife point

“fuck this!”

ha

I know

kiss



487



Stars bleat the light shoals

on a secondary attempt to heel

and stave off the fatuous aspects

7 witless bank robbers find a sun

At the bottom of a ravine goat stomachs torn open

gate changed migration routes

when the light changes at sundown on the pond

goodbye

siren

calls break pale black

liable to say it all night


Arda Collins is the author of It Is Daylight, awarded the Yale Series of Younger Poets Prize. She currently teaches at NYU.

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