Still the fog . . .


check the temper of your hips’ revisions &

appraise my shoulders’ peculiar logic, 

watch the space between the bones of this

chair, sometimes a hand is nothing but a leaf,

& we’re nothing if not fragile, if not orbital,

yes, let’s use this floor to spin a record of

finger’s pulse, the weighted adverbs of your lips,

the inevitability of your thighs, this language

begins with a sigh: does an alarm sound, yes,

& if you want to believe it means lust so

be it, there is every noise & then your knees

record an ache & see how your face metronomes,

see how it wants to regulate the night’s heady

pulse, the document of desire is just a glass filled,

yes, bend low enough to catch my yes, my thighs

in your hips, yes, I understand refuge & yes, song


Metta Sáma is author of Nocturne Trio (YesYes Bøøks 2012) and South of Here (New Issues Press 2005 (published under her legal name)). Her poems, creative non-fiction, & book reviews have been published or forthcoming in Blackbird, Drunken Boat, The Drunken Boat, Esque, Jubilat, hercircle, The Owls, Pebble Lake Review, Pyrta, Reverie, Sententia, Verse, Vinyl, Zone 3, among others. In addition to her creative work, she has published scholarship on Dionne Brand, Terrance Hayes, Audre Lorde, & Toni Morrison. Metta is an amateur photographer (becoming quite an expert at iPhone photographs!) & an amateur painter. She is the fiction editor of ragazine, & the Social Media & Marketing Assistant at hercircle.