poems from Fire Sign
by Katherine Osborne
I walk the property
trees one at a time
Be careful they say
No, you be careful
I say back.
Every possible horse is happening off the coast
of Iceland. Are friends starting to look closer?
I am downloading the earth until she’s face first
in forensic blue, the ocean starts right here where
the drifts get deeper. I can feel
Nova Scotia, her saltmarsh getting close where my
mouth accidentally. you keep handing me a
megaphone and then you say that’s just a cup
of water you don’t need to take a holiday in it.
I like when my sister talks about past lives.
I’m delirious with ideas because I want to be
another kind. I’m the one who can’t sleep
I can’t say paper cut without feeling it.
I can’t say anything without
feeling it. A circle ends and then
immediately begins oh god print
this out before it goes streaming live.
My son died. The stage is lit
with famous poets. I know
they are famous because
their sons died, too.
Now it’s August
Your hair on fire for him is a very old idea.
Let’s look through magazines. Take some
quizzes instead. I woke up
to the sound of cicadas
levitating into taller trees,
trees with their mouths open.
Last year is getting
expensive. I think
you both should walk through
the quiet mall on your hands, maybe your
hands and knees, and ask
what it was you wanted. And if
it’s done yet.