LOUISE MATHIAS

EIDOLON


Washed my hair
in the kitchen sink. Humans

hadn’t seen me in a while. This was the fall
into Spring

when I would not

listen to music.
Music like vapor from horses,
it could not exist.

Vapor from horses,
now playing in room #9—

Almost I think that I loved him
the way he took photos,
I didn’t seem there.

Another

mauled river
I did not snap
my neck in.

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SYNCOPE

Left with his knife, I can get
into certain bottles.

But this is the curl of the rose

where I’m going alone. One bat rots

midair, no other bats notice?
An earring

singing something awful
to an ear.

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WINDFLOWER


Bluster and veil,
my beautiful soldier

I told to come over, then hid.

Pretend we never met, my mouth could say

avoiding obvious
              comparison to flowers—

anemone/an enemy.

Driven from edgelands, waits.

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TYPO 24