“ Consider, O Lord, how You sit atop the sky;like a man in a glass bottom boat.Consider sky elsewhere; worn thin as a mattress. Cecilia Llompart
“ I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, white birds. Cecilia Llompart
“ Consider my Lover; the yellow churchof his skin, the clean wells of his ears;How the notes of a song come to himlike birds descending on a power line;How in his absence I am of twothroats--each of the… Cecilia Llompart
“ Consider, O Lover, my throatwhite as cigarette paper.The crushed lavender of my knuckles. My heart, a dulled needle threaded throughtoo many patterns. Cecilia Llompart
“ Winter is already a lost shape, forgottenin the ground. Instead, here is Springwith all the grace of a womansmoothing out her apron. Cecilia Llompart
“ Darkness moves like a pack of wild dogs.The wind moves like a wounded animal.The ground must be full of teeth by now. Cecilia Llompart
“ Consider the road, long and forkedas the Devil’s own tongue.Consider the Devil, burningevery bridge; Placingin every tree a black bird. In every bird a black thought. Cecilia Llompart
“ There are boneswaiting for names in the graveyards.Even the sun above us is dying, onelanded repetition of light at a time. Cecilia Llompart
“ Prayer is a many fingeredand kaleidoscopic thing—it foldsand unfolds inside of you. It entersthe many rooms you cannot enter. Cecilia Llompart
“ If Springtime crawls out of thewild mouths of flowers, thensurely, Winter crawls out of mine. Cecilia Llompart
