1 Poem by Katya Buresh
When There’s Too Much Weight in the Morning
I throw the white blanket overhead
& suddenly I’m a priestess, my
temple a dome of soft cotton &
goose feathers.
I chant silver
rivers of words until
everything melts into apparition.
a stag
nuzzles my left
shoulder. I nod, caress his
neck, and ascend
to the seat of his back so
he can carry me into the
distance.
my eyes are shut, my
mouth open.
I throw the white blanket overhead
& suddenly I’m a priestess, my
temple a dome of soft cotton &
goose feathers.
I chant silver
rivers of words until
everything melts into apparition.
a stag
nuzzles my left
shoulder. I nod, caress his
neck, and ascend
to the seat of his back so
he can carry me into the
distance.
my eyes are shut, my
mouth open.
Katya Buresh is a writer based in Baltimore. Her work can be found in Ligeia Magazine, the Los Angeles Review of Books, The Rumpus, and other publications. She reads poetry for OK Donkey. Find her at.sincerelykatya.com SincerelyKatya.com and @katyanburesh.
