Jen Besemer

a loose string plucked idly
close to the ear--
the roundness of sound
is an object,
a pebble carried
through the desert
beneath the tongue.

gives dreams of deluge
and the fallen,
until I hold my breath
without noticing

my heart soaked in whiskey
my fingers on the sheet
about to fly away.

HUM

	The hum of the world The hum of the world	a loose string plucked idly close to the ear-- the roundness of sound is an object, a pebble carried through the desert beneath the tongue. gives dreams of deluge and the fallen, until I hold my breath without noticing my heart soaked in whiskey my fingers on the sheet about to fly away.