Palisades | Emily Martin

 Emily Martin is a writer and teacher from Brooklyn.     from Palisades To say there is a method and is there are methods   To say there is a method there are many methods does your faltering prefer   To say there is a choice and does it excavate   Or does it spread slowly in a thick pool of glaze discrete   In the moonlight and barking what materials do you   Does your faltering prefer   Frigid waves   Small circuits of shining deconstruction proliferate in triplicate this   Supplication is escaping me it has escaped me the name of your sister and her cousin they   Hutted down in the winding daylong chatter   Chanting   Hunting parties hanging on the wall   Leave tea to steep on the counter   Images begin to well up like confessions   A lake balanced atop a mountain   An earth drained of water   Thousands of crumpled dinosaurs piled across a plain   They must have lain like that for centuries   The voiceover says   Without anyone to clean them up   She measures the breath of an observ