Naomi Tarle
Two poems
LOVE SONG FOR SPACE, NUMBER 5
I am pig-hipped and knee-rich.
When I come up from the sea my ears crackle like snapdragons.
FIELD SONG FOR THE EARTH
song—this is earth
acquaintance me
with your wine mouth
grape seeds your grassy lips
jab your name between tooth and gum
move across your shoulder blade
slime ice and wax cap