“In love’s service only the wounded soldiers can serve” Thomton Wilder In your mouth I find the story of my body you’ll trade for a psalm to grow in the snow, psalm you’ll feed to starlings as though they’re caddis flies, lacewings, each illicit seed of white sandalwood that won’t grow supple and unruly in their guts, so I make you enter me while I’m bleeding, because I’m calyx too, iron slick chrysanthemum blossom, and afterward, we won’t talk about your ex-wife’s miscarriage, I won’t ask how her pain was silky, stark sugar, blackberry penetrating the mattress, how she buried the memory like a nest of frozen starlings, so they might bloom dusk-stained, terracotta, so they might rise, stout and fledgling, back into the mouth of winter. You won’t tell me that in order to save her you left her, shame’s cloying fortress is what shuts a body down. Which is more brutal, how our bodies begin and end with equal intensity, burst apiary, deluge of bramble, or how to avoid drowning in our own honey, we learn to let go? When you turn away from me too it’s a kind of singing, a psalm protruding, it’s a bird eating bees right off the ground.
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Corroborations 2013 was held at the University Libraries, The University of South Dakota, from January 28 – May 3, 2013. The Corroborations 2013 exhibition paired USD visual arts and poetry majors in order to create new collaborative work and to both broaden acceptance and appreciation of alternative art disciplines.