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
