by Sarah Cavar
( top : scar )
At this most excellent brink
where the body meets the flesh
of stirred Air
a leaf
drifting
Turns waning moons
against my gaze ––
We diagonal dance
I, a small pupil
child by ær crackling
hood
rocked by the gentle
cradle of wind
a muscle
Flexing relaxing
A project of vocal proportions
exists the mist of the throat
And some towering hope
makes soft
promise with sky
[sarah] Cavar is an anti-genre writer, PhD candidate, and instructor of undergraduates on both u.s. coasts. They are the author of Failure to Comply (featherproof books, 2024). Cavar edits manywor(l)ds.place, and has had work published in The Offing, Split Lip Magazine, Nat. Brut, Electric Lit, and elsewhere. More at www.cavar.club, librarycard.substack.com, and @cavarsarah on twitter.