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.