A Poem that Starts with “And”

And then it sounds like rain;
And all of the angles are red;
And the quality of light is very strong;
And a man is drifts in and out of you;
And not all objects are solid;
And all of the saints in me are leaking out;
And the men are exhausted;
And God himself cannot recall his gift;
And you hear oscillation;
And all of the buds are forced open;
And you realize what sound sounds like;
And she is standing on a chair;
And she is beautiful, if anxious;
And her hands are useless;
And she raises her arms in the air
as if to say we are not nothing.

Ann Pedone is the author of The Medea Notebooks (Etruscan Press, Fall 2022), and of the chapbooks The Bird Happened (Leave Books), perhaps there is a sky we don’t know: a re-imagining of sappho (Cup & Dagger), DREAM/WORK, and Everywhere You Put Your Mouth (Halas Press). Her work has appeared in numerous journals including Narrative Magazine, Abramelin, The Phare, West Trade Review, SAND, and The Shore. Ann has a BA from Bard College, and an MA from UC Berkeley in Chinese Literature.

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