POETRY BY
TERESA WHITE
VISITING THE EGYPTIAN MUSEUM
I'm in love with a dead man
in a glass box.
His lips are sewn up,
cheeks collapsed, eyes shut.
Every day I visit I speak
into the small, dark apricots
of his ears.
He's heard it all.
His words are flowers in a ragged field
I walk through.
He fills in the spaces.
He lets me have my say.
I wait for the sun to drag its covers
over the rim of the world.
The blue hand of the sky
empties itself of wings.
Teresa White attended the University of
Washington. She's the author of "In What Furnace,"
(Two Steps Publishing Co.) and "The Stone
Pigeon," (forthcoming), and her work has appeared in
Avatar, Conspire, Eclectica, La
Petite Zine, Melic Review, and Octavo.
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