THE SUBJECT DOES NOT BELONG
Temperance Aghamohammadi | Poetry
“… to the world but it is
a limit of the world.” – Ludwig Wittgenstein,
Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus
How flesh is the conduit for power
As in deep waters into the hour
I plunge Strawberry-pulped
teeth You taste sweet Craven
does the fox saunter scarlet into
hemlock’s porcelain beyond the window
In the language of tongues I sunbend
I weatherwith I sorrowon
Earth-eyed Flesh
-hexed Blood wuther
You bring me to your lips
Your lips
Threshing desire from threat
I conjure fire I sweat
Temperance Aghamohammadi is an Acolyte of the Exquisite. An Iranian-American poet, medium, and critic, her work has appeared or is forthcoming in New England Review, Passages North, The Kenyon Review, Annulet, and elsewhere. Hailing from the Northeast, she currently haunts the Midwest.