Crisis

The air is hot and then it’s cold.

The water wants out so open

your mouth and say, snow.

The water wants out right there

on the tongue. The flaw is always

breaking away. Watch the fire.

It wants out of the place

so it splinters like insects

out of a hole you pour light into.

Fragment, then drift or alarm.

— Beth Bachmann, from Do Not Rise

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