Jeremy Radin

The Song of Songs of Songs of Songs

& your eyes are like a sisterhood

& your lungs are like a pear tree split in a storm

& your ankle is like a hospital

& your shoulder is like the negation of a grave

& your shadow is like being held inside a cello as it is played

& your wrist is like the Moses of wrists

& your voice is like someone giving someone the sea

& your hand is like a lamp that is whispering

& your knee is like a snow leopard’s face in the snow

& your ears are like a pair of golden radios

& your nose is like a planet fallen in a forest

& your legs are like the edges of sleep

& your laugh is like a wedding of dragonflies

& your tongue is like the Sabbath inside of the Sabbath

& your neck is like a secret month

& your hair is like the sound of someone learning

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