Come Again

Remembering is fundamentally recursive:
Each body of water a womb, each body
of water a body; each body loved a watery font
of want. I knew a man who knew a man
who loved me, he was a teary type, one who would tear
at his own eyes when frightened. I had a torn shortage,
one that was shorn from the shore of a stormy sea —
This need was as salty as the man who was known by the man
who bottled his sockets against the rain. The man known
by the can-eyed crier was what we could call a lover,
this is to say he had loved while my tides turned.
This is to say he raked the fields of salt
that would have been my sea had I the gift
to covet certainty.


Jennifer borges Foster is a poet, bookmaker and the editor of Filter, a hand-bound limited-edition literary journal. She has received grants from Art patch, 4Culture and the Seattle Mayor’s office of Arts and Cultural Affairs, and was short-listed for the stranger’s 2007 Genius Award in literature. Her poems have appeared in the Beloit Poetry Journal, Prairie Schooner, ZYZZYVA, Failbetter and other journals.

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