Hobble Creek Review
| Nanette Rayman Rivera |
Weather Body
Come to me sea, salt that I adore, the grit
of my grinding teeth. Thirst, the itch—
over and out. Let it wash.
Return, what’syourname, night’s blip-
blip, a monitor in the surf.
When weather names itself: nor’easter, forked lightning,
I must touch ground and feel my breasts.
Dream breasts, return to me, return
now bluejets, runaway breakdown, sleepdeath,
Ah! I’ll name you now, steeped leader—
nameless, the one who takes me.
Come to me sea, salt that I adore, the grit
of my grinding teeth. Thirst, the itch—
over and out. Let it wash.
Return, what’syourname, night’s blip-
blip, a monitor in the surf.
When weather names itself: nor’easter, forked lightning,
I must touch ground and feel my breasts.
Dream breasts, return to me, return
now bluejets, runaway breakdown, sleepdeath,
Ah! I’ll name you now, steeped leader—
nameless, the one who takes me.
Nanette Rayman Rivera has twice been nominated for the Pushcart
Prize. She has published a full length collection, Project: Butterflies from
Foothills Press; and a chapbook, alegrias, from Lopside Press. She has
work recently published through Gold Wake Press, and work forthcoming in
Magnolia, Contemporary American Voices, Santa Fe Writer's Project and
Decomp .
Prize. She has published a full length collection, Project: Butterflies from
Foothills Press; and a chapbook, alegrias, from Lopside Press. She has
work recently published through Gold Wake Press, and work forthcoming in
Magnolia, Contemporary American Voices, Santa Fe Writer's Project and
Decomp .
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