From the Moment by Olivia Olson

How was I?”
        you asked,
                when you met me?
Contained,
        I said.
                A slick black stripe,
or pillar.
        And now? Now,
                here you are, naked
as a jaybird,
        the spit of
                sand, satisfyingly
diffused up
        the hourglass,
                and
                        out-
                into woodgrains, into
        breathing fabric
                and the folds
        of roses,
                into the divets of
my skin.
        Dust.
                Dust.
                        Dust.


Olivia Olson lives in Rochester, MI. Her poems have appeared in Miller’s Pond
and Bird’s Thumb.