Lantern Review: A Journal of Asian American Poetry

Issue 4 | Winter 2012

Monica Mody

Myth of Spirits


Bird of thought

I sense you behind my cheekbones

Fitting into my eyesocket

Pressing your feathery body inside my skull

Tapping the center of my forehead with your flimsy head

You, my throat too

We softly bend like wist


Pale warm blue, you are dancing in me all the time

Your beaks leave ghost beak ^ triangles ^ in a neat row across my scalp