Maryrose Larkin
New Poems From the USA


Book of ocean
is the hereafter empty?

          description and accident    resembled to her    inversion
          unusable numbers and how night swarmed   out   her     mouth

                                               lapsed heart
                                               static embodied

her distance edges                                                                       her blooming

                   these operations remove junctures but

                   she was

                                      unknowable cathedral
                                      an act of description

O book of ocean      let her wade here         her     sodium shadows     lost