11-16-2023, 08:54 AM
Lot's Wife
She'd learned all there was to know of fault
inside of a moment, a grain of turning.
Of night she knew too much, of salt
unspooled, buried in the flesh.
With a backward glance her yearning,
her body, pillared into white.
Quiet as a half-rhyme's crash,
it felt like burning.
It felt like burning.
Quiet as a half-rhyme's crash
her body pillared. Into white,
with a backward glance, her yearning
unspooled. Buried in the flesh
of night, she knew too much of salt.
Inside of a moment, a grain of turning,
she'd learned all there was to know of fault.
She'd learned all there was to know of fault
inside of a moment, a grain of turning.
Of night she knew too much, of salt
unspooled, buried in the flesh.
With a backward glance her yearning,
her body, pillared into white.
Quiet as a half-rhyme's crash,
it felt like burning.
It felt like burning.
Quiet as a half-rhyme's crash
her body pillared. Into white,
with a backward glance, her yearning
unspooled. Buried in the flesh
of night, she knew too much of salt.
Inside of a moment, a grain of turning,
she'd learned all there was to know of fault.