limite désir by Meghan McNealy


A5, 28pp, May 2012
ISBN 979-10-90394-22-3
The cover image is by the author


the moon hidden for days sugars up the jaundice and decay of the body, slows a threading to waterlogged, and ices the eyes in a wide-lit hillside sunset—‘we are not alone in our confusion’—sung for the first time by a vortex of tiny birds, itself a winding ritual of connecting one’s own desire for warmth with the empty throbbing. other moments are the birds of prey, and we are the one who is captured, eaten

‘i have not seen the moon for days
blue crescents below my eyes waxing
hello, this is the absence calling…’