Lisa Fishman

I Near Lion, Bliss mimes. Shy.  Fish hat, two bandaids. pith : flee cat light fat cloak Dear Orion, This rhymes. I.  Wish that, you had stayed. with : me that night that broke 2 Hear Why an oar slides off the boat. See thin blue chance hum there a fourth in rows. Dear Orion More rhymes. Cough.  A throat. Begin to dance somewhere the north wind blows. 3 Clear My One clogged throat. Reverse rhyme. Switch surface, depth.  Carry across the two of me, from you, or you. Dear Orion Bog, moat. Perverse sign. Hitch surfeit, step. Wary of dross a new love she, some clue. For, to. I Steer Me Bliss chimes. Why, dish-flat too bad, frayed. Flint sea. Sad height at float Dear She This rhymes. I, wish-that you had, stayed. With me. That night that broke

and hue to have unheld a scale— silver dishes little mirrors on their chains— they go that way, This and hoist It’s not like looking into a pool, to let your intelligence run away with you Come back quarter size, apricot moon A changeling is a child who appeared under cover of the ordinary, in exchange The morning came I have such pretty handwriting no one said but I myself thought it to myself so I matted it like the grasses or a canvas or some uncombed hair. It became a mess which was the research of where things go. A child could figure it out if there is such a thing as “out” in the sense of being figured in the thinking was like Origami, everyone folded out of birds, into specific kinds of birds I call you hickory category dot