Iterations of the Spine
Blood seam broken
on symmetrical shell
Torsion: the gut, twisted. Mouth in spires.
Are you the twin of the twin of the twin
Night inked with haunts of them
This shell has a name. I repeat its name.
splits like the clavicle
As much damage as an ocean can cause, a river hits again. Floods quicker. Tell me, when
is a field marked fallow. In tribute, pulsing lake.
If I shall be deemed eternally unwell
let them give you my body
Shrouded in my arms
All my thumb found was rivulet and rill
A river always ends at a mouth
Danielle Susi is the author of the chapbook The Month in Which We Are Born (dancing girl press, 2015). Her writing has appeared in Knee-Jerk Magazine, Hobart, The Rumpus, and elsewhere. Her full-length manuscript A River Always Ends at a Mouth, has been selected as a semi-finalist for both the Lexi Rudnitsky First Book Prize at Persea Books and the Hudson Prize at Black Lawrence Press. She received her MFA in writing from The School of the Art Institute of Chicago. She currently lives and works in Utah. Find her online at daniellesusi.com