Ghost, Fountain
— Gaetano Donizetti, “Lucia di Lammermoor”
Be remote
A while from malice and from murdering.
— Gwendolyn Brooks
water this fountain
where I am yoked
sun-break he holds
you how once I
this secret dark
dagger my body
rip off the collar
your cage don’t wait
my neck his breath
these woods this water
my waist his ring
his grip blood sister
Source: Poetry (June 2017)