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Chanelle A Bergeron

07 Mar Chanelle A Bergeron

FUNAMBULISM

 

 

please forgive me

while i dip

you in butter

soften your fur

to the degree of

the moon pouting

sodden with rain

 

my scales are catching

flecks of river water

in their crevices

which is how i know it

will snow soon

 

& which is how i know

that the river

will become crusted

in chantilly, torchon, binche

the tatting

of expert fingers

the glaze

of winter-breath

freezing everything over

 

& you are

a swan feather

& you are

a lathe

& you are

a tightrope walker

 

feet flattened to the rope

your arms folded,

grabbing onto the clavicles

a fountain gushing

spraying you from below

 

the moss is ours

our meeting place

(it always has been)

& the sunlight

is what remains

& the rain

 

which settles on

our eyelashes,

the reason we came here

to begin with

 

please forgive me

while i dip

you in butter

silently & veiled

in the fog-dust

tugging at our elbows

turning us to ribbon

with nothing but sky

for miles beneath it

 

 

LITTLE MY

 

i put my hand

on the back of your head

 

because you must rest

before your travels

 

before you leave

like a little dove

like a little dove

when the moon is hollow

 

we are sisters in the dawn

while the mist is still

lingering between branches

 

we chase water

rub our cheeks with silt

& fill our shoes with acorns

 

i call you a cocoon,

ready to unravel

you call me, bloodroot

dreaming of vascular shadows

 

put your head into my palm,

i will carry you

like a wooden boat

to the water

 

let you loose in the water

 

comb what remains of

your hair into oars &

watch as the liquid

ripples itself around you

 

we are sisters in the morning

tailbones touching

the edge of a river

hands clasped & fallow

 

 


 

chanelle a bergeron currently resides under the spanish moss in savannah/georgia. she works with energetic medicine, assists with a local midwife, & makes improvised, elemental sound-collage under the name of mille. in between all these things, she writes poems like these. you can reach her at moonbymoon@riseup.net.

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