Sometimes It is the Great Unbecoming

sometimes the mouth
is a dried up old well,
nothing but flakes of
syllables and bloated
body with someone
else’s speech,

sometimes the fingers
unbuckle the door’s
latch to hurl shadows
out to where sleep is
curling over the rose-
bud contours as night
escapes like a walking

sometimes the mouth
picks specks of stone-
brittle bones from the
snow-curled winter air,
and then the pink floret
infuses a gush of spice
into the lungs, as if the
sky greets the weight of
the great unbecoming
with a click-march of
the dead returned—

This is a reprint of work originally published in Elohi Gadugi Journal.

A three-time Pushcart Prize & Bettering American Poetry nominee, Lana Bella is an author of three chapbooks, Under My Dark (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016), Adagio (Finishing Line Press, 2016), and Dear Suki: letters (Platypus Press 2412 Mini Chapbook Series, 2016), has had poetry and fiction featured with over 380 journals, such as 2RiverThe Acentos Review, California Quarterly, The Comstock Review, EXPOUND, Grey Sparrow Journal, Ilanot Review, Notre Dame Review, Poetry Salzburg Review, San Pedro River Review, Waccamaw and Word/For Word, among others, and work to appear in Aeolian Harp Anthology, Volume 3.

Lana resides in the US and the coastal town of Nha Trang, Vietnam, where she is a mom of two far-too-clever-frolicsome imps.

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