Poem for Lucy
Noelle Kocot

Arranged by threes, you dreamed

It away. The great moonlight,

The word for behind, splinters

Of oblivion in your downloaded cheeks.

Fatal mouth, a raindrop scuttles

Down a windshield. The self

Filters the love right through it.

Beside ourselves for being caged

In our particular ways, she is

Oval promise, a breath above the sea.