PRISIM INDEX
He turns and it is 11 o’clock, face pulled
into light’s straight tail boastful of time
the slaves it illumines. Of us, smiles; beacons
somewhere in a forest, a satellite swings
its arms cupped and wide, hugging you
a path made for you, the prisms that index
spines. I thumb through your white light.
Can you feel this? Bent needs, knotted might
might not come to see these losses.
Author’s Bio
Shazia Hafiz Ramji received the 2017 Robert Kroetsch Award for Innovative Poetry. Her writing has appeared in OMEGA, The Puritan, Quill & Quire, and Canadian Literature. Her first chapbook is Prosopopoeia (Anstruther Press, 2017) and her debut book of poetry, Port of Being, is forthcoming from Insomniac Press in 2018.