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Four Poems by Daniella Giardina
The girl in the bed
She’s lying on her side, a glowing
silhouette in the dusty light.
Maybe the South isn’t so flat, after all.
Remember when I told you she didn’t mean anything?
Sometimes a lie was the truth at the time,
so let me clarify:
I want to run my hand over her outline
the way God shaped mountains under his palm.
Your eyes were birds
Your eyes were birds
and I was the sea foaming
for your touch.
Crush
They touched
as if lighting matches
on a street corner,
watching the hungry flare
before scraping the carcass
under your sole.