by Camille Thigpen

and this is for
on my wrist and
jawbone; this

is for clavicles sharpened
by crescent-moon blades
, float,
??????????????ether-lithe????????????????? (hollow
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????? bones and swollen
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????? fingers: similar
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ends [signpost
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????? rusted; hum,
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????softly, origin on this
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????? here street someone
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????? sometime was born,
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????despite glass between
????????????????????????????????????????????????????? cobblestones])

this is for
incense-smoke imagery
???????????? ? scenes they slip through calloused
???????????? life-scratched palms niagra-falls-like
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ( flick&flow )

for desecrating paper
and crossing streets (against traffic
lights), for misidentified galaxies in 2 a.m.
skies ? this
is for crash and swoop and

we are alive.


Camille Thigpen is a Bard College student. She was a 2010 Sollentuna Library finalist in their short story competition, awared honable mention in 2011 by thestival American Library of paris for her submission to the Young authors Fiction Festival, and a Taft College Literary Magazine 3 of her poems in 2012. She had lived in Pennsylvania and Sweden, but currently is based in France.