Jody Azzouni


Wings come in pairs

Originally published in The Hollins Critic 27:3, 1990
Added 10/13/2017
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Wings come in pairs

Poem | Jody's Notes


Snow whispers promises

as it melts. A mouth, too,

breeds its own kind of ghost:

the red stain on the cheek, the noise

of lips on the move, the short-lived

kiss, its tiny belly swollen with tongue.


I no longer remember what I told you

about your face, love, butterflies,

autumn leaves. But now

butterflies look like wings in a rush—

the spinal cord still dangling

between them. I rake up

the dead, pick through the remains,

take home whatever gold I can find.