Monday, June 30, 2008
X-Ray by Michael Rerick with Flying Guillotine
In and over folds form and form it. At night, wet under
rags: as if I never touched it—
when fired, it is fire—
cut from the ground, it wants to be clay.
My hands, like butterflies in mud, let my fingers be furious.
Floating. A railroad spike through my chest
and into the mattress, but the stomach, it
floats. I see it rising, and I’m with it, though
my chest is sinking, there is the stomach,
X-Ray is a 32 page, hand-bound chapbook by Michael Rerick.
If you'd like a copy, please visit us at Flying Guillotine Press.