Maltravieso

by Billy Greene

Sudden, humid dim power out The candlelight
lifts to carve us out the stormblur

in skin & dark I offer my hands
as grackle feathers to the waxy flash

Indigo Iridescent Shooting the shit
all shrill & throat Sky’s tectonics

are pulsing a sonar to find our cave
-waltz I cannot talk

while I map your shadow in shadow
Can you hear my touch —its heat mere fractals

from you— I won’t ask whose wrists
cracked or breath hitched but what painting

does the noise of body —our lightning—
locate

Billy Greene is a poet from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. They
attend Lawrence University.