First Blood
The first blood drawn I drew:—
clipped too close, the fragile bed
of the baby's fingernail opened a new red
song inside my throat. When I tell you
I wept at so little loss and fear
bloomed inside this, I mean
to say I discovered a sudden
window for my waiting,
for paring prayers—: may what
breaks rise and reach again.
Copyright Credit: Geffrey Davis, "First Blood" from Night Angler. Copyright © 2019 by Geffrey Davis. Reprinted by permission of BOA Editions, Ltd., www.boaeditions.org.
Source: Night Angler (BOA Editions, Ltd., www.boaeditions.org, 2019)