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Paige Taggart

this is me now / pressing your thumb / against the window


from Gift Horse




I soar through bends in time
my gold knuckles are
Etruscan vintage
I kill a fragment
when you leave the room
you muscle across water
I move over in bed
am locked inside my body
some bold whispering
silences me








this is an imitation of
imitation of
this is me now
pressing your thumb
against the window
it’s a glass door in
her poem but I shunned
that aspect and kicked the pony
and brought in a team of crows
this now has a cross drooped
in half like a Dali painting
in yours you walked through
the painting
embodied it
a cave hunter
with practical means
the tools for survival
in retrospect I should have saw
this coming


Paige Taggart is the author of three chapbooks: DIGITAL MACRAMÉ (Poor Claudia), Polaroid Parade (Greying Ghost Press), and The Ice Poems (DoubleCross Press). Additional publications and her jewelry can be found here: mactaggartjewelry.com; ad hoc she curates Bling That Sings, a site that promotes beauty and poetry.