Devil’s Lake

Fall 2014 Issue

Caitlin Neely: Blur

aft. L.B.-B. for E.D.

I keep my darkness. Rush of fence;
rain all day, but leaving. No

conversation. The valleys fold.
When are you coming? Hi, midnight,

hi, farmland. The afternoon like snow.
The landscape: take this off, take that—

all at once hands in the trees,
the face I’ve been wanting so long.

Call it swallow, call it longing,
call it wood-song. Some life

will crystalize; twig-soaked
in salt mine, plankton luminescing sea:

a beekeeper headlong in comb-husk,
head halfway into chasm, honey gorge.

You shy in a picture: hair down,
legs crossed, light along the edges.

I visited you once, your hollow

in the ground; it was a temple,
mouth, holy, river blur. Open carefully,

descend me. Beyond the field,
beyond the circumference—

dawn-hushed. Anatomy: waterlogged,
everything spilling, my arms

full of bone and dust. Soil draped
over my mouth saying, listen now.

CAITLIN NEELY is an MFA candidate at the University of Virginia. Her work is forthcoming in DIAGRAM and Banango Street. She is a poetry editor for Sugared Water and a contributor for The MFA Years. She is from Cincinnati, Ohio, and currently lives in Charlottesville, Virginia. Find her on Twitter @caitlinneely. More from this issue >

Notes: The line “take this off, take that—” is from the poem “You Can Thank Me Later” from Mary Ann Samyn’s My Life in Heaven. The phrase “river blur” is from the poem “At the River Unshin’s Edge,” and the eighth line was inspired by the poem “When the Gods Go, Half-Gods Arrive,” both from Lucie Brock-Broido’s The Master Letters.