Can you hear that, that sing me
sideways music, those harps
as they seethe through strained
teeth? Ask her for a symphony
and she’ll sound something
out, that step on me, I dare you, that act
as if you don’t know
kind of sound. She’ll find some cushion
for her sole in the side
of your neck. Can you feel that—
the perfectly rhythmed pulse pressing
back against boot? This beauty, she’s built
it in that tension against skin, she’s baring
her calcium. Listen closer, she’s begging
for a harmony in those hums.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 24, Issue 6.
Ellery Beck is a graduate of Salisbury University with a BA in Creative Writing. They have poems published or forthcoming in Passages North, Colorado Review, Atlanta Review, Sugar House Review, New Delta Review and elsewhere. They’re also a reader for Poet Lore as well as one of the co-founders of Beaver Magazine.
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