Dinesh

Dinesh

Posted on 01/22/2014


Photo taken on January 21, 2014



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Michigan
Winter 2014
Catie Rosemurgy


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Winter River

Winter River
Pretty girl. The weather has knocked her down again
and given her to the lake to wear as a skin.

Why am I always being the weather?
There were days in the winter when her smile
was so lovely I felt the breathing of my own goodness,
though it remained fetal and separate.

I was a scavenger who survives with a sling and stones,
but whose god nonetheless invents the first small bright bird.
And it was like flight to bring food to
her lips with a skeletal hand.

But now she will always be naked and sad.
She will be what happens to lake water that is
oved and is also shallow enough.
The thickening, the slowing, the black blood of it,
the chest opened to reveal the inevitable heart attack.

God, the silence of the chamber we watch from.
What happens to water that isn't loved?
It undergoes processes. It freezes beside traffic
. But the reaching out to all sides at once,
he wet closing of what was open?
That is a beautiful woman.

So of course I stand and stare, never able to
pinpoint the exact moment I killed her.

~ Catie Rosemurgy

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