Marie Larson
Three Poems from Leviathan
the blue or gold or white pinkline
start of wet breath held
lineline a collector of insects
and disintegrated
shell
collects the insect eggegg of insect breath
exhaled
tightening
laceshe disintegrates
along the
oiled flotsamshore
collected flesh along the
cut of corsetalong the
red edge of shipnew hole
of exploded skythere is
no
sinking
only one continuous
line
the fringed land
stitches upher spine
half submerged in wet wall
half a house for crabher ungrateful body
unbindingdenatured in the acidic sun
a buttress of bone
foundbeneath her eyes
loose
lower
jaw bones at the china congestive
dead reckoning ofhigh and low
water marks
a brackish salt wedge
all the
singing
sand* * * * * * * *
her head strikes heaven
blue limbs
cut off bloodmolt
tender numbness
of skyshe falls in
leaden leaves
out the snapping ribs
of her dressshark swept she reformulates her
giant chora of pulse
break waterbirths salty
cuts of oceanher shoreless
ballooning scarher gash reopen
its lacey seamsteam
oh, breath hole
oh, emergent tongue* * * * * * * *
oh, nearly legless
oh, swallowing stoneunder weight of
elephant sized tongueheart of car
andswim-through
veinshe
ate this seed
for ballastoh, leviathan
oh, sinking
oh, cloud of silt