or…

I.
                        or
St. Teresa asleep in a straw chair
facing the sea; or the sea; the sea; or

II.

a poem that stops
but only at the end;
does she know this;
does her mouth open;
anxious for evening;
anxious to dream;
anxious for a messenger
to read all of the words to her

III.

Last night I dreamt I was eating stones
(or)
stones filled my mouth
an un-filling not
unlike the gathering
of fruit, or
Silver.
Pinpricks.
Renunciations.
I make myself into a line
& return to sleep.

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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