La Petite Morte

By Edward Butscher

Green vase on a white doily

squeezes window light

into lime juice


blood of a dinosaur, desert

cheeks like a caked

sea floor, cheese



An infant’s skull, even if unreal,

can be x-rayed by laser eyes

to unlace a Mississippi’s




Danger lurks here like a locked

mind in a room that reeks

of empty wine bottles,

lipstick wounds,




I father an unbearable lightness.


Poet, critic, and literary biographer, Edward Butscher resides with his wife, Paula Trachtman, in Greenport, Long Island. His poetry and essays have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies since 1976. Collections of his poetry include Poems About SilenceAmagansett Cycle, and Child in the House. His biography Sylvia Path: Method and Madness, was the first of that poet, and Conrad Aiken: Poet of White Horse Vale won the Melville Kane Award from the Poetry Society of America.

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