Erin J. Mullikin & David Wojciechowski
We can’t help it; we’re always falling.
Every step is a footfall. We accept this. And yes,
sometimes we are words tumbling towards our fathers,
I meant feathers, as in the welcome deafening of a heavy fall.
But first, before fathers or feathers, I meant calling,
as in trying to hear voices we can no longer hear.
These voices, they’ve dropped low. They’ve sunk and now
float at ankle-level. Trampled.
By horses. By hooves. By small stairs and ones that spin.
Horses made from thunder, and soon, clouds. Clouds with iron feet.
A hammer driven by a kick of lightning into a horse’s eye
to forge new eyes that see in storms,
ones that see under this moon or none.
Erin J. Mullikin‘s work can be found in ILK, Tammy, Best New Poets 2014, and alice blue review. She is a founding editor of NightBlock and Midnight City Books.
David Wojciechowski‘s work can be found in Bateau, Better, iO, and elsewhere.