Alexandra Barylski

Eve & Mary                

Waters of her deeper than god’s own throat—on shore I remain
 in the momentary speech of sun. My body, what’s exposed,
brief fragment of my life laid where seaweed sings brightly of loss.

Waters of the world gather in the bowl of her hips. My fingers
within the spill of her spine poured cool and dark till I am awake
with wanting what began in abundance to stay abundantly begun

and bless me, astonishment to astonishment: the color of her skin
in any light. There is the moment and the mark it leaves on the future
of our flesh; there is the swimming and final succumbing to tide.



Poet’s Bio: Alexandra Barylski is a senior editor at the Marginalia Review of Books and the author of the chapbook “Imprecise Perishing.” Poetry is forthcoming in Chariton Review, Windhover, Ninth Letter, Phoebe, and elsewhere. She won the 2015 Morton Marcus Poetry Prize and was a finalist in several major 2017 poetry competitions.

Image: Constance PierceWitness to a Healing, monotype.

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