Barely-morning pink curtains
drape an open window. Roaches scatter,
the letter t vibrating in cottonwoods.
His hair horsetail and snakeweed.
I siphon doubt from his throat
for the buffalograss.
Seep willow antler press against
the memory of the first man I saw naked.
His tongue a mosquito whispering
its name a hymn on mesquite,
my cheek. The things we see the other do
collapse words into yucca bone.
The Navajo word for eye
hardens into the word for war.
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two lines of verse, usually in the same meter and joined by rhyme, that form a unit
A rhyme involving a word in the middle of a line and another at the end of the line or in the middle of the next.
a comparison between two unrelated things through a shared characteristic