Box of Lightning
- Box of Lightning
Done with her body, a girl tucks an empty bottle under her floorboardsand finds she can float. Night grows salty as she raises her voice.
Light’s claim to snow unhinges the rest.
She circles the clipped shape of a single note,counts the bird-breaths in the window. Its warm-blooded surfacestretches her through a cup-shaped hollow in the trees.
Blurry sound of water when it runs through leaves,towards the promiseof being seen. [End Page 31]
AUGUSTA FUNK’s work has recently appeared in Poetry Daily, Colorado Review, Cream City Review, Cosmonauts Avenue, and Four Way Review. The recipient of fellowships from the Vermont Studio Center, the Helen Zell Writers’ Program, and the Bread Loaf Environmental Writers’ Conference, Augusta is currently a PhD student at the University of California, Davis.
Dreams are impossible. And yet they are my starting point—the threshold through which I return to my body in my waking life. And it is my body that longs to build another world, to blur into my surroundings until the logic of magic becomes clear. Here, take this spool of thread. Here, this thimble. This painted shell. I have been saving them for you.
