Kissing is an experiment
we’ve already tried but
there remains more to learn.
We know and forget steadily
like a clock returning its hands
to move in circles across its face.
Once, the river ran red
with dye the factory let go.
Once, an assassin breached
the saffron gates. You appeared
without warning. I was a lamb
in a field, two and a half days.
Soon, a ship would carry us away.
A ship carried me here.
Copyright © 2013 Lisa Olstein
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on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.