Poetry: Bella Poche by Ariel Riveros

This time
I will delace
loosen b&w
imprint

under heavy moon
belly full
white sharp
host bright
but massive

Letting the halo
go to my head
though no
dear letter
to cities

or art history
in quarto books.

The water
in the air
wants and
my palette
dry. Think
with my mouth

to braid through
to my lab stock
eyes to what

they report
prior to the space age.
In black and white
silver translates
well.

It's stolen through
and I am being
spoken to
in colour.

The busying
peak of stars
donate disclosure
of blue, green, cracks
of mud yellow and
pink of nations.

I sit on high surface
remiss for late duty
just announced
and announcing
this itself
well overdue.