(morning)

Erica lee

My two names

vacillate.

A paper coin in sunlight

I am small and wooded

a bird who crawls         a vagrant creature

from the back seat of my father’s car sees

trees blanketed in kudzu          and dreams

of living soft and green.

 

A dryad’s home.

The plants I know       and do not know

the birds I know and                do not know

I am learning my legs again.

The scales have fallen from my eyes and the world is green and

green              and                                green                             and                                            green

 
 

Erica Michelle Lee is a poet living in Athens, Georgia who has shown work at Athens Art Book Fair and Word of Mouth, with her first poem forthcoming from Molecule: a tiny lit mag. Contact her with inquiries, poems, and photos of birds you see including her favorite, the Carolina Wren, at thestagproject@gmail.com.

 
Treaty Written in the Body
Poetry By James Lilliefors