Farah Ghafoor is editor-in-chief of Sugar Rascals and has had poems published in Ninth Letter and Big Lucks among other places. Her work has been nominated for Best New Poets and Best of the Net, and has been recognized by the Hollins University, the Keats-Shelly Memorial Association, the League of Canadian Poets, and Columbia College Chicago.



Also by Farah Ghafoor: Ursa Major Bird on Powerline Wick


Farah Ghafoor

Presenting a Garden with All My Teeth

This century is a white silk butterfly lunging into tulips’ sticky cups — a song of golden trumpets: sing me! me! and you! I spread my tongue like drifting wind. I spread like a heavy gown, a train of hollow, glinting chimes. Oh the girls I’ve dragged behind me like stubborn spools of ribbon, fuchsia-tipped lupins yanked out of mahogany soil. The boys with spear-strung spines and eyes of glowering bluebells. I drop sparrows like dark seeds in their gouged mouths and give and give until they wish themselves gone. The trees darken a field of thunder, and I want into soften into ancient woods, infinite mother wolf. A lake pulling light into it like a violin. I admit that I avoid toothless conversation. Skinless boys and girls. I scatter like hard rain on fleshy, pitted fruit, and soak their melodies in cruel gullets of lightning. I dress the headless flowers in chains of white silk.



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