Robin Messing

Hair in My Hair

Hair in my hair, tongue
on my tongue, we shook
the snow and the Earth

spun twice, pressed like wind
in a book. Dirt stopped
wandering, wide roads narrowed

in your mounting. By the love
of your body, I saw my emptiness,
a locomotive of hardship,

a pure valley from panting.
I came back & back to kill
the cleaving, drunk

on your soup
of cracked stones–
the ecstatic rain,

the iron, then the cold
shiver. Again & again,
wanting to leave

the body through
the body. Lust that is
terror trying to dance.

Robin Messing is a Brooklyn native. Kattywompus Press published her poetry chapbook Holding Not Having. The Permanent Press published her novel Serpent in the Garden of Dreams. Her story “Driveby” was a 2011 Pushcart Prize nominee. She is a vocalist in the band Cornelius Eady and Rough Magic.

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