Antelope Canyon / Sedona (December 2012)

and the river rises like a barn on fire
—Richard Siken, “Saying Your Names”
your real smile
—Jorge Luis Borges, “Two English Poems”
a jar of fireflies
—Erin McNellis, “he said: you talk a wide variety of nowhere”
God comes to your window
—Dorianne Laux, “Dust”
slowly the night unravels like a ribbon
—Oliver de la Paz, “Aubade with the Moon, Some Bones, and a Word”
at sunset I will see the seekers of gold
—Jean Genet, “Le Pecheur du Suquet”
you make mirrors want to grind themselves back down into sand
—Shane Koyczan, “Skin 2”
For you, I lost the red and liquid breath of God inside my throat.
—Anya Krugovoy Silver, “Marrying Outside the Faith”
but sacrifice is not the river
—Carl Phillips, “Armed, Luminous”
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
—E. E. Cummings, “i carry your heart with me”
despite the splinters in my heart, I still love
—Laala Kashef Alghata, “Despite the Splinters In My Heart, I Still Love”
I taste the grit of heartbreak
—Joy Harjo, “Songs from the House of Death, Or How To Make It Through to the End of a Relationship”