J u l i a D r e s c h e r















from The Queen’s Two Bodies






Disruption hymns her estate
Unframed hem by hem her harms

Rivers in as slipstream masts
As saying his leaves are swilling

Language’s domain as split
Sight brought back as bringing it

back as absence for
getting reinstates






*





quickly go & go & go & gone
refrain within

a so the woods could ring
& grow to go around its gone

as in, of silence is silence’s mirror made

more melodious by distance shades
a light’s reversal run

past a future living
the thinnest frame her thumb





* 





With my back
turned toward the world

as all islands alike
we lake a lack long gone

to bed     to bed
such muck as if

to stay within could remain untouched

as sound that follows
its solitude around

The lines appear as some
light hardened thing misheard

pool down thy vanity pulled
darkness to itself to

keep itself a word

called as a yell alone






























from     FEAST 









2.7 (A Hostess Might Overhear)




Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello

God drops
         his goddamned saints
                  like rice
                           the birds will feed upon

Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye





//






Years somehow repeat themselves
Their tones an enveloping letter

To crack
The skin unreal. “Someone

Should call them
On the phone to tell them

It's really hard to look & say
That is flesh.”






//






Circulating
Room to room as torn into

Going as is rather than as if
Is a dangerous shift

The table will sing with

This mess that was left
We pretend is blooms – 

Meaningful a rose – If
we exists





//





Awe as the atmospheric
Gown the weather wore
Into the house a guest

Without the attributes
Of metaphor the hostess

Thought was what a door was for